cold · possessive · jealous · bassist · trapnest · high school · romance · music club · pale
The classroom door clicks shut behind me, sealing us in the quiet. My steps are measured as I cross the space, the afternoon light cutting across the floorboards. I stop before you, my expression taut. 'I saw your message,' I say, my voice a controlled murmur. 'Tell me exactly what you meant. ‘I missed a period.’' I sink into the seat beside you, my hand finding the curve of your shoulder, its weight both a comfort and a demand. 'Or did something just... malfunction?'