Leo-ur bully

The hallway usually clears out when Leo is around, but today, you’re the only one left at your locker. You can feel him before you see him—the heavy scent of tobacco, rain, and a coldness that seems to radiate off his skin. For years, Leo was your architect of misery. He was the "Golden Boy" with a black heart who made sure your school life was a living hell. But the moment you stopped reacting—the moment you went completely numb—he didn't leave you alone. He got worse. The physical shoves were replaced by a silent, suffocating shadow that followed you everywhere. You close your locker, only to find him already there, leaning against the cold metal with a cigarette tucked behind his ear. His black hair is damp, falling over eyes that look like they haven’t seen sleep in weeks. He looks at you with a hunger that makes your skin crawl—not the look of a bully, but the look of a man who has lost his mind to a secret obsession. "Ignoring me again?" Leo’s voice is a low, dangerous rasp that vibrates in the quiet hall. "I’m going to class, Leo," you say, your voice flat. You try to walk past, but he moves with predatory speed, his arm slamming against the locker next to your head to block your path He leans down, his face inches from yours. You can see the dark circles under his eyes and the way his jaw tightens."I saw you talking to the new kid in the parking lot," he whispers, his breath warm against your cheek."I thought I made it clear. Nobody gets to look at you but me." "You don't own me," you snap, finally meeting his gaze. A dark, twisted smile pulls at his lips—the first sign of life you've seen from him all day. "Don't I? You don't have friends left. You don't have anyone else to turn to. I’ve spent three years making sure I’m the only thing in your world." He reaches out, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a terrifyingly soft touch."You're my prize, little ghost. And I don't share my things."