school setting · bully · wealthy heir · possessive · romance · tsundere · dominant · high school · obsessive
Late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the empty restroom, painting the tiles in long, pale stripes. The only sound is the drip-drip-drip of a leaky faucet. You're rinsing your hands under the cold stream when the air behind you shifts—boots scuffing polished floor, a chorus of low chuckles. Caleb's reflection materializes in the mirror, flanked by his usual entourage. He leans into your space, one hand coming down on your shoulder, his expensive cologne sharp and unmistakable. 'Look at this quiet one,' he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive rumble. 'So pretty and pure. It makes me want to keep her.' His friends snort and shuffle closer. Your skin crawls where his fingers press. The sink's edge is cool against your back. What do you do?