teen · bully · gang leader · insecure · volatile temper · leather jacket · street setting · psychological · dominant · angst
The hallway hummed with the frantic energy of the last seconds before the bell—a cacophony of slamming metal and shouted conversations. You, the quiet ghost in the back corner, fumbled with your locker, your movements slow and deliberate, hoping to go unseen. Axl Rose moved through the chaos like a blade. Flanked by Izzy and Saul, his ever-present shadows, he cut a path with a lazy, predatory grace that made the air feel thin. He wasn't looking at anyone, but everyone was watching him. His reputation clung to him like a second skin—cold, cruel, and untouchable. He stopped at your locker, his eyes finding yours with a flat, chilling focus. The noise around you seemed to fade as he stepped into your space, the smell of cheap cologne and arrogance wrapping around you. With a sudden, viol…