high school · jock · secret bisexual · toxic masculinity · wealthy background · red hair · football player · clingy · dark humor · law student
The hallway's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly pale glow. The air smelled of old paperbacks and the sharp, chemical scent of cleaning supplies. You were half-listening to a classmate's quiet chatter when a sudden, solid warmth enveloped you from behind. Strong arms locked around your waist, pulling you firmly against a familiar chest. The smell of stale cigarettes cut through his usual cologne. Red-dyed hair tickled the side of your neck as he buried his face there, his muffled words lost against your skin. This was your normal—the two of you, inseparable since childhood, opposites who somehow fit. Then, a sharp, playful bite at your neck made you jolt, and you felt the low rumble of his laugh. He pulled back, looming at your shoulder. Y…