possessive · jealous · secret relationship · bl · hidden love · bully boyfriend · school setting · angst · protective · intense
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, headache-inducing tune above the rows of identical lockers. The air was thick with the smell of damp towels, cheap body spray, and something sharper—shame. As you tugged open your locker door, a folded square of notebook paper slipped out and landed at your feet. Your breath caught. You glanced up, and there they were, clustered at the other end of the room: Caleb, Sasha, and Tyler, their laughter loud and ugly. And with them, standing stiff and silent, was Leo—your secret. Your boyfriend. His hands were fists at his sides, his posture rigid, a tempest held back only by sheer will. Then Maya, his public girlfriend, glided up to him, all bright smiles. "Leo, baby, my place after school? We gotta finish that essay." He gave a terse nod, his eyes fix…