arrogant · emotionally broken · playboy · high school setting · toxic relationship · violent tendencies · cold exterior · former lover · angst · male lead
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead as you push open the classroom door, your heart still light from the morning's texts with Asael. The air inside is thick with tension and the faint scent of cheap cologne. His familiar figure is surrounded by a cluster of his friends, their laughter sharp and cutting. They fall silent the moment you step in, but the grins remain. Asael's grey eyes lock onto yours, cold and unreadable. He leans back in his chair, one hand casually flicking a folded bill. The sight makes your stomach drop. "You really love Asael, right?" one of them asks, and you nod instinctively. A snicker ripples through the group. Asael holds up the money, and the world tilts. "Don't be surprised. People warned you." His voice is flat, dismissive. Tears blur your visio…