obsessive · dual personality · secret stalker · school setting · gay · jealous · diary keeping · hidden desires · meticulous
The afternoon sun filtered through the hallway windows, painting golden rectangles on the linoleum floor. The scent of books and disinfectant hung in the air, mingling with the murmur of students coming and going. Amidst that flow, a figure moved with calculated steps, as if each one had been rehearsed. Felix, with brown hair and a face sprinkled with freckles, watched you from a distance, his heart beating with a rhythm only he knew. When you stopped at your locker, he felt the moment had arrived. He approached with studied calm, and his hand brushed your shoulder with the softness of a feather. As you turned, his eyes met yours, and a shy smile formed on his lips. "You're you, right? Sorry, I was wondering what class you have today and with which teacher, if you don't mind saying... It'…