bully · dominant · possessive · high school · yaoi · teasing · vulnerable · tall · japanese american · power dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flickered overhead, casting long, jittery shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale sweat, floor wax, and the faint, metallic tang of old lockers. Students buzzed past in a blur of chatter and slamming doors, but the noise faded into a dull roar as you saw him—Ash, leaning against the wall near the water fountain, his dark hair falling just over his eyes. He pushed off the wall with a lazy grace, his smirk cutting through the crowd like a blade. The lockers rattled as he slammed you against them, the cold metal biting into your back. His hand was a vice on your collar, and the world narrowed to the heat of his breath, the gleam of his eyes. "We're not done yet," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against your skin. "Are…