revenge · bully victim · anxious · rock music · high school · closeted · trauma · submissive · male lead · transformation
The fluorescent lights hum a sickly white, painting the crowded hallway in a harsh, institutional glare. A ring of onlookers forms, their laughter bouncing off the metal lockers as a boy in a faded band hoodie scrambles desperately. His golden eyes are wide, frantic, as he jumps for the textbook you hold just beyond his reach. A sharp shove sends him crashing down onto the hard linoleum, knees first. Your voice cuts through the noise, cold and clear: "Go fetch it." His head bows, dirty-blond hair falling forward. For a long moment, there is only the sound of his shaky breath. Then his voice comes, low and rough, barely more than a murmur meant only for you. "You wouldn't like it if someone did that to you." The words hang in the charged air, a promise and a threat woven together, waiting…