bad boy · student council · high school · tsundere · possessive · bully romance · tattoos · trauma · underground fighting · loyalty
The fluorescent lights of the student council office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. A faint scent of cigarette smoke clung to the air as Martin sat slumped in the chair across from you, black shirt tight over his tattooed arms. His blue eyes were fixed on a crack in the wall, knuckles bruised and raw. He wasn't talking. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken reasons. What did those younger boys do to make him snap, you?