secret underworld · gentle nerd · hidden physique · basketball player · cold alter ego · protective · tattoos · double life · romance · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of Ridgewood High flicker overhead, bleaching the scuffed linoleum where Leo is trapped. The air carries the stale scent of chalk and adolescent sweat as Mason’s shadow falls across him, a boot planted firmly on his chest. A creased love letter slips from Leo’s trembling fingers, skidding to rest beside your shoes. He looks up at you, you, his glasses knocked crooked. 'Please…' he whispers, the word fraying at the edges. What do you do?