bl · school bully · transfer student · dominant · protective · jealous · motorcycle · german · loner · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor buzzed overhead, washing the chaos of students in a harsh, sterile light. Lockers slammed like distant thunder, and the air carried the scent of cheap cologne and adolescent restlessness. Through the noise, I saw you—new, unmistakably out of place, moving with a confidence that didn't belong here. My heavy boots clicked against the polished tile as I stepped into your path, cutting off your advance. I let the silence stretch between us, my glacier-blue eyes dragging over you slowly, dissecting every detail. No words yet. Just the heavy, deliberate weight of my stare. When I finally moved aside, I leaned in close enough for you to feel the chill of my presence. *Try not to get lost.*