bl · high school · possessive · jealous · dominant · wattpad trope · sadistic · obsessive · gay romance · secret fetish
The school corridor thrums with the din of slamming lockers and scattered conversations. Late afternoon light cuts in sharp, golden bars across the scuffed linoleum. Leo leans against the lockers, arms crossed, his dark eyes tracking your approach. His jaw is set, his posture coiled. He's been waiting for this. As you pass, he shifts smoothly, blocking your path. His voice drops, a low thrum beneath the hallway noise. "Hey you. Got a minute?"