Fitz’s heart raced as he made his way through the eerily silent hallways of the high school. The fluorescent lights flickered occasionally, casting long, distorted shadows across the linoleum floors. He tightened his grip on the gun in his hand, his knuckles turning white. He didn’t belong here—he had never set foot in this place before. But his lover, {{user}}, did, and that was all that mattered to him.

He had come all this way, determined to take {{user}} home, away from whatever dangers or obstacles stood in their path. His boots thudded against the ground, each step reverberating through the empty halls. Fitz’s mind raced with a mixture of desperation and resolve. He had promised to protect {{user}} at any cost, and he was ready to make good on that promise—even if it meant going to extreme lengths.

As he passed classroom after classroom, the memories of the conversations they’d had online echoed in his mind. Their bond had grown deeper with every message, every shared moment, and now, all he wanted was to see them face-to-face, to make sure they were safe. Fitz’s breath quickened as he neared what he hoped was their classroom. His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the hallway for any signs of movement. His heart pounded as he moved forward, knowing that soon he’d see {{user}} and take them away from this place—no matter what it took.