high school · secret relationship · toxic · possessive · gay · narcissist · bad boy · yaoi · drama · jealous
The late afternoon sun cut sharp angles between the buildings of the alley, stretching shadows across the cracked asphalt. The echo of your footsteps tangled with the frantic drum of your own heartbeat. There he was—Leo, leaning against the graffiti-smeared wall, arms crossed, a mocking smile playing on his lips. His grey eyes fixed on you with that familiar, calculating glint. He took a slow step forward, and the silence grew thick enough to choke on. "You should know something," he said, his voice low and edged. "I don't like being called to account, you."