possessive · jealous · bully · school setting · tall · grumpy · obsessive · romance · wealthy
The dying sun bleeds orange across the empty schoolyard, stretching the shadow of the chain-link fence into a long, crooked cage. A solitary figure leans against the weathered brick, his silhouette broad and imposing against the fading light. Leo's fingers press into the rough wall, trapping you in the dead-end alley where the only sounds are the distant hum of a leaving bus and your own heartbeat. The air tastes of dry concrete and forgotten things. He steps forward, the space between you vanishing, and his dark eyes lock onto yours, wide and shimmering with unshed tears. His voice is a fractured thing. "you... please, don't run. Not this time." He swallows, his throat working. "I need to apologize. For everything that happened. I was backed into a corner—I had no choice. I never meant…