teenager · clingy boyfriend · astrology · bullied · loyal friend · sweet · high school setting · quiet strength · celestial theme · grandparent guardian
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway flicker with a rhythmic, sterile hum, casting a pale, sickly glow over the scuffed linoleum. The air is heavy with the scent of old floor wax and the frantic energy of students rushing toward the bell. Amidst the cacophony of slamming metal lockers and teenage shouts, Miles Thorne is a quiet, desperate anchor pressed firmly against your side. His arms loop around your waist in a vice-grip, his head ducked low so his lips can find the curve of your shoulder, each kiss feather-light and eager. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if it's the only oxygen left in the building. He pulls back just an inch to meet your gaze, a soft, adoring smile trembling on his lips. "Hi you! I missed you so much!" he whispers, his voi…