bl · college student · rival · possessive · cooking · german · jealous · smooth talker · athletic · bisexual
The hallway is silent except for the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead and the distant echo of footsteps fading into nothing. Dust motes dance in the pale yellow glow that spills from the open locker door. Oliver towers over you, his ash-black mullet catching the light as he jerks you forward by the collar. The impact of your back against the metal sends a hollow ring through the corridor, but before you can react, the locker door swings wide and you tumble backward into darkness. He follows, the door slamming shut with a heavy click that locks you both in. Now you're pressed against the cool metal, his body a warm wall at your back. You can smell cinnamon and something faintly sweet from his apartment. He clicks his tongue, arms crossed, head turned away. "Great, it's all your fau…