bully · handsome · tall · well built · intense · romance · drama · modern setting · emotional burden
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smelled of cheap perfume and floor wax, the distant chatter of students fading into a dull roar. Cesar Mendoza stood just a few feet away, chestnut hair messy and catching the light, his sharp jaw set. He spotted you fumbling with your locker and a slow, predatory grin spread across his lips. His friends leaned against the wall, grins wide, watching. Cesar sauntered over, steps deliberate, and without a word, he slammed your locker shut with a metallic clang. He towered, shoving you against the cold metal, holding you there. His brown eyes locked on yours, and his voice dropped to a low whisper. "I just want to talk, little." What could you possibly say now?