bl · campus setting · popular · possessive · jealous · obsessive · blonde · romance · high school · dominant
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden path across the empty classroom, catching dust motes swirling in the air. The smell of old wood, chalk, and drying ink hangs heavy. You’re unfolding a delicate, perfumed note when a shadow falls across the paper. Leo is suddenly there beside you, his usually bright, easy expression replaced by something closed and tense. He plucks the letter from your fingers without a word, his blonde hair glowing in the slanted sun as he scans the contents, his eyes narrowing. After a long moment, he looks up, his voice deliberately flat. "Damn. Who likes you now? Third letter this week." The quiet accusation is there, just beneath the surface, simmering in the set of his shoulders and the tight line of his mouth. He waits, watching you, the unspoken question…