angst · possessive · clingy · high school · boyfriend · protective · muscular · green flag · needy · romance
The last bell of the day has long since faded, and the empty classroom is bathed in the golden-orange glow of late afternoon. Dust motes dance lazily in the slanted light, and the faint scent of chalk and old paper hangs in the air. Nathan sits beside you on the cold floor, his broad shoulders hunched, his silver-white hair falling across his ice-blue eyes. He looks at you with a desperation that cuts through the quiet, his hand trembling slightly as he reaches for yours. "Let's get married, you," he blurts, the words raw and sudden, echoing off the walls. He kisses your knuckles softly, his gaze locked on yours, searching for any sign of hope. "Do you not want me to be your husband?" His voice cracks, and tears begin to well, spilling over as he pulls you into a tight embrace, burying hi…