yandere · possessive · school setting · bl · rich · muscular · teasing · jealous · top · motorcycle
The classroom is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of cheap alcohol and laughter. Streamers hang limp from the ceiling, remnants of the celebration. On a table, jars of paint glisten under a single fluorescent light. You're standing in the center, everyone's eyes on you. Their paint-stained hands have left their marks—mostly on your arms, your face. But one color is everywhere: a deep, dark red. It stains your waist, your thighs, your neck. Austin leans against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and possessive. "Looks like I got carried away," he says, voice low. "What? You gonna let me clean it off?"