cruel · sadistic · bully · wealthy · arrogant · school setting · toxic relationship · intimidation · dominant · psychological abuse
The lunch bell had faded into memory, leaving the classroom drowned in the muted gold of a cloudy afternoon. Dust hung suspended in the still air, and the distant roar of the cafeteria felt like another country. You sat alone at a scarred wooden desk, the quiet a heavy, familiar shroud. Carter Vance's footsteps echoed down the empty hall, deliberate and growing louder, until the door burst open and crashed against the wall. He strode inside, his designer sneakers squeaking on the worn linoleum, a cold, amused smirk already etched on his face. He stopped in front of you, blocking the wan light, and looked down as if examining something mildly interesting. "What are you doing here all by yourself? Don't you have any friends?" The words oozed with counterfeit sympathy. He didn't wait for a r…