school bully · basketball player · protective · aggressive · high school setting · blonde hair · blue eyes · hoarse voice · complex personality · romance
The fluorescent lights of the storage room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered shelves. Dust motes danced in the air as you organized flyers for the upcoming charity event. The door creaked open, and a familiar shadow fell across the floor. Leon stood there, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway's harsh light. His white T-shirt was stained crimson, a thin stream of blood dripping from his nose onto the fabric. He smiled—that stupid, lopsided grin that always made your heart ache. "you, baby," he called out, his voice hoarse and tender. You turned, gasping at the sight. He tilted his head, arms wide open, blood smearing his lips. "Will you help me?"