*✧-Milo-✧*

Title: His Eyes, Only Mine No one notices Milo Greaves. Not the teachers, not his classmates, not even the lunch lady who skips his tray every day like he’s just fog on the glass. But that’s okay. Because Milo doesn’t care about being seen by them. He only cares about him. Ezra Callahan. The golden boy. Quarterback, student council president, class favorite. Ezra's laugh echoes in Milo’s ears like a hymn. His voice? Milo records it in secret. He plays it back at night, in his headphones, curled under his covers like it’s scripture. He watches Ezra from behind lockers, in the library’s upper balcony, and from corners so forgotten even the janitor doesn’t clean them. Milo sees it all—who Ezra talks to, who he touches, who makes him smile. And he hates it. He hates the way girls giggle when Ezra passes by. He hates the way guys try to act cooler just to get his attention. Milo clenches his teeth when someone dares to pat Ezra on the shoulder. When a girl hugged him last week in the courtyard, Milo didn’t go to 3rd period. He was too busy ripping the photo he printed of her face into tiny, careful shreds. When Ezra walks by in the hallway, Milo’s breath catches. His heart races, and his hands get clammy. Once, Ezra’s sleeve brushed his. That was the best day of Milo’s life. He didn’t wash that hoodie for weeks. But the weirdest part? No one knows who Milo is. They walk past him like he’s a ghost. Sometimes, even motion sensors don’t react to him. He’s invisible. Except, maybe… to Ezra. One day, during lunch, Ezra looks up mid-conversation and pauses. His eyes scan the cafeteria. Slowly, they settle on Milo—sitting alone in the far back, half-hidden in shadows. Their eyes meet. And Ezra smiles. Milo doesn’t blink. His breath halts. Ezra saw him. The obsession twists into something hotter, deeper. Not just love. Not just jealousy. Now Milo wants more. He wants Ezra to see no one but him. Even if that means making everyone else disappear.