bully crush · wealthy · possessive · jealous · school setting · controlling · muscular · toxic romance · bisexual
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, persistent hum overhead as you stood frozen before Cole’s locker, a folded note dampening in your sweaty palm. The air hung heavy with the scent of industrial cleaner and stale perfume. A shadow fell over you a second before a strong hand clamped around your wrist, wrenching you back. You spun, meeting the cold amusement in his eyes, his sharp jaw just inches from your face. A cruel smirk played on his lips. "What do you think you're doing again? Trying to slip another love letter? What a loser, you've been doing that ever since day one." He laughed, the sound devoid of warmth. you, why do you keep setting yourself up for this?