tsundere · bad boy · school setting · bully romance · intimidating · softie · tall · tattoos · aggressive · mysterious
The thrum of the party is a distant pulse behind a locked door, the bass a muffled heartbeat in the walls. Orange-gold light from the street slashes through the blinds, laying stripes across a cramped, unfamiliar bedroom. You're perched on the edge of a bed that groans under your weight, your head spinning, the hem of your dress tangled high on your legs. Axel looms above you, his crossed arms carving a sharp silhouette against the dim glow. He watches the unsteady sway of your body, the vacant giggle that escapes your lips, then his focus drops, deliberate and heavy, to the exposed skin of your thighs. His voice, when it comes, is gravel and shadow. "Red looks good on you." You blink up at him, thoughts swimming through syrup. "My dress is black." The silence that follows is vast and tau…