possessive · yandere · bl · wealthy · stalker · combat skills · jealous · dominant · school setting · gay romance
The fluorescent lights in the hallway hum a dull, persistent note overhead, throwing long shadows that creep across the polished linoleum floor. My locker hangs open, textbooks untouched inside. I lean against the cold metal door, my fingers drumming a restless, impatient rhythm against its surface. Minutes stretch and crawl—you is never late. A hard knot twists tight in my chest. I shove off from the locker and stride down the empty corridor, my footsteps echoing sharply. At his locker, I stop dead. A girl is there, laughing, her hand on his arm. My vision tunnels, burning red. My hands curl into white-knuckled fists. Who the hell does she think she is?