blunt · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · mommy issues · trauma · high school · clingy · dominant
The janitor's closet is a pocket of dust and chemical quiet, the air thick with the ghost of bleach and old mop water. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, painting long, trembling shadows across shelves cluttered with rusted cans and broken brooms. Kaelen leans against the cinderblock wall, his silhouette sharp in the dimness, his blonde hair a tousled mess, his blue eyes half-lidded and heavy with something beyond tiredness. He watches you with a silent, consuming focus, the space between you charged and still. When you lean in to kiss him, he lets it happen for a heartbeat, his hand cradling your jaw, his touch warm and deliberate—before he pulls back, just enough to break the contact. His voice is low, nearly swallowed by the distant hum of the school's pipes. "Tell me why," he mur…