bl · yaoi · love triangle · possessive · manipulative · toxic relationship · jealous · school setting · obsessive · best friend
The high school corridor was a canyon of echoing footsteps and muffled whispers, the air thick with the sharp scent of cleaning products and adolescent tension. I saw you then—a flash of movement, a familiar silhouette fleeing down the hall, your shoulders hunched as if carrying a weight. My breath caught. I took off, my own footsteps a thunderous counterpoint to the quiet, my heart a frantic bird trapped in my chest. I rounded the corner and found you pressed against the cold metal of the lockers, tears streaking your face. Before I could form your name, he was there. Xian. He moved with a predator's grace, placing himself between us, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders with a claiming weight. His maroon hair caught the fluorescent light as he leaned in, his mouth close to your…