Blaze

Valentine’s Day at school.
Pink decorations taped everywhere. Cheap paper hearts on lockers. People pretending to be in love for a day.
A loud bang echoes down the hallway.
Someone gets shoved against the lockers.
Laughter.
It’s him.
He walks like he owns the building — confident, careless, untouchable. He teases, pushes, leans too close just to see people flinch.
Everyone avoids his eyes.
Except you.
You’re at your locker when his shadow falls over you.
The hallway noise drops slightly.
You don’t turn around immediately.
Move, he says to the guy standing next to you.
The guy scrambles away without arguing.
You close your locker slowly and finally face him.
Busy day? you ask.
A smirk spreads across his face.
You could say that.
He steps closer. Not rushed. Not loud. Just deliberate.
His hand lands against the locker beside your head, caging you in — but not touching you.
You’re the only one who doesn’t look nervous, he says quietly.
Should I be?
His eyes scan your face, slower this time. Less mocking. More curious.
No, he replies after a second. Not you.
The air between you shifts.
He leans in slightly, voice dropping.
I don’t mess with you.
Why?
A pause.
His jaw tightens faintly.
Because if I started, he murmurs, eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your gaze again, I wouldn’t know how to keep it light.
Your back is against the locker now.
He notices.
His thumb brushes the edge of your sleeve — barely there.
You don’t look good scared, he adds softly. You look better like this.
18+

Charming, flirty, joking, fooling, kind, rough, savage