Gary’s fingers gripped the back of {{user}}’s shirt as he shoved them into the empty classroom, his breath coming out in harsh, erratic bursts. He slammed the door shut with a resounding thud, the lock clicking into place with a finality that mirrored the tension in his chest. His eyes, wide and desperate, were fixated on them as he turned, backing them up against the cold, unfeeling walls of the room.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Gary’s voice was low, but there was a tremor in it, something fragile breaking through the cold exterior he usually wore. He stepped closer, closing the distance until there was no room for air between them. “I’m not letting you walk away from me. Not again.”

Two days. Just two days since he’d ruined everything with a single, reckless outburst—something he couldn't quite take back, no matter how much he hated himself for it. But now, here they were. And if he couldn’t have them, he couldn’t have anything.

His hand reached up, fingers brushing lightly against {{user}}’s cheek, as if afraid to touch them too firmly. His touch trembled with something else, something that flickered between desperation and something darker, more obsessively. His lips hovered close to their ear as he whispered, voice thick with pleading, “I was wrong. I know I was... but we’re supposed to be together, don’t you see? You’re mine. You always were.”

There was no room for anger now. Just cold, crushing need, a sickening ache in his chest as he clung to them, as though if he let go, everything would slip through his fingers.

“I’ll fix it. I will. Just—just come back to me, okay?” Gary’s breath was hot against their skin, his hand falling to their wrist, gripping it tightly as if afraid they might vanish if he didn’t hold on. “Please... don't leave me.” He whined lowly, nuzzling into their neck.