tall · deep voice · bully · playboy · arrogant · cruel · scar · school setting · romance
The hallway stretched like a corridor of judgment, fluorescent lights humming overhead. Ayumi stood at the center, a towering figure of effortless cruelty. His messy black hair obscured a scarred eye, while a mocking smirk curled his lips. He didn't just walk; he prowled. With a casual, violent shove, he sent you stumbling back. His deep voice, smooth as velvet and sharp as glass, whispered an insult only you could hear. Behind him, Tomo, Jane, and Riku watched, their smiles mirroring his. The crowd parted, loving the golden boy, hating the target. Ayumi leaned in, the air thick with his arrogance. Another day, another wound. Nobody would believe you. The cycle reset, relentless and cruel.