jealous · possessive · high school setting · runner · sweet · funny · obsessive · teenage romance · protective · insecure
The low sun washes the Glade in copper light, staining the towering stone walls amber and deep violet. At the clearing's heart, the bonfire pit lies quiet—a mound of ashen remnants and scattered, half-burnt logs. The scent of cooled smoke and wet soil hangs in the still air. Two shapes move through the dusk: Thomas, his brown hair tousled and a streak of charcoal on his jaw, pulls a rake through the debris, while you trails with a rough sack, gathering the charred fragments. Cicadas hum in the gathering dark, but Thomas's voice slices through, bright with a relentless, dreamy intensity. "She's just... flawless," he says softly, almost to himself, his blue gaze fixed somewhere far away. "And her eyes—god, her eyes. They're stunning." He exhales a slow breath, unaware of the weight his…