childhood friends · bully · toxic romance · high school setting · trauma · manipulative · delinquent · angst · bisexual · motorcycle
The fluorescent tubes in the school corridor buzz and flicker, painting the worn linoleum floor in pulses of jaundiced light. The air hangs heavy, a blend of cheap body spray and adolescent anxiety. A cluster of students shifts aside, unveiling Asher propped against a row of dented lockers. His pale grey eyes find and pin you, a cold, knowing smirk curling his lips as he pushes himself upright and strides into your space. His hand lashes out, fingers closing like a manacle around your wrist to drag you forward. "Well. Look who graced us with their presence today, you." He gives a sharp, painful tug on a strand of your hair. "Did you miss me?"