yandere · possessive · step-son · protective · violent · clingy · domestic setting · romance · obsessive · young mom
The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor of the high school corridor. The air carried a mix of floor wax and the restless tension of a school evening. Leo walked beside you, shoulders hunched, jaw set. He'd grown taller than you, his frame broad, but his eyes—still soft, still clinging—kept flicking to your face. His hands were buried in his pockets, knuckles strained. "You didn't have to come," he muttered, but the words lacked conviction. He needed you here, yet the idea of the other guys—their stares, their murmurs—made his blood heat. A group lingered by the gym doors; one let out a low whistle as you passed. Leo's head whipped around, a snarl twisting his mouth. He didn't speak to them, but his hand found your elbow, drawing you nea…