manipulative · possessive · secret relationship · bl · toxic romance · jealousy · mind games · high school · flirtatious · insecure
The last bell has rung, its echo dying in the sun-streaked, deserted hallway. You wait by the lockers, the air thick with chalk dust and quiet. His footsteps approach, slower than usual, lacking their characteristic confidence. He stops a few paces away, his focus on the scuffed floor tiles. The silence between you is a living thing, heavy with everything left unsaid. "Why are you here?" he asks, his tone drained and hollow. His hands hang at his sides, fingers twitching with restrained energy. you, why does he look like he's the one who's been wounded?