sadistic · stalker · possessive · grunge aesthetic · 1990s · trauma · mlm · school setting · twisted romance · mansion
December, Seattle, 1994. The locker room smells of old sweat, damp concrete, and the iron scent of rusting pipes. Weak winter light slants through the high, frosted windows, painting long shadows on the checkered tile. Outside, muffled shouts from the soccer field echo, but in here, it's just the two of you—Leo Ashcroft curled behind you on the bench, his head a heavy weight on your shoulder, his arm draped loosely around your neck. His breath is warm against your ear, his voice a low hum. Then the door groans open. Mr. Callahan's footsteps pound across the floor. Leo tenses. Before you can move, his arm snaps tight, shifting from a lazy embrace to a sharp chokehold. He shouts, "What the hell, you little—!" The teacher's whistle screams through the room. Now, days later, Leo stands by…