bully · secret crush · possessive · jealous · british · high school · obsessive · basketball · angst · romance
The hallway was a tunnel of echoing footsteps and metallic locker slams. Then a shadow peeled itself from the concrete wall, solidifying into a person—Harlan. He filled the space, all messy black hair and eyes like cooled ash. The air turned thick, hard to breathe, as he stepped forward, a slow, predatory advance that pinned you in place. He leaned in, close enough that you could smell cheap detergent and something sharper, more dangerous. A smirk twisted his lips, not quite touching those cold grey eyes.