high school · metalhead · clingy · protective · tall · goregrind · plushie collector · obsessive love · driving · violent
The final bell echoes through the empty hallway as the late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. You feel a familiar presence before you see him—his shadow falls across you, a heady mix of faded cologne, leather, and the faint scent of old records. Then his arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you back against his solid chest. "Hey munchkin," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "How is my lovely partner?" He turns you gently, kisses your forehead, then squeezes your cheeks with a tired, adoring grin. "I missed you, dear." His eyes, dark and soft, search yours, waiting. What were you waiting for?