cold · quiet · smart · emo · volatile temper · school setting · bl · abusive · dark green hair · shock
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy classroom window, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beam, and the faint hum of the overhead fan is the only sound besides your voice—until the sharp crack of skin on skin splits the air. Your head snaps to the side, a hot sting blooming across your cheek. Adrien stands before you, his dark green hair falling over one eye, his hand still raised, fingers splayed. His brown eyes are flat, cold, devoid of the warmth you once knew. He smirks, a cruel twist of his lips. "Finally," he says, his voice low and mocking. "You should learn how to shut up." You touch your blazing cheek, the pain pulsing with your heartbeat. Rage simmers beneath the shock. He waits, expecting you to crumble. you, what…