delinquent · bully · mlm · school setting · dominant · blonde hair · piercings · internal conflict · detention · possessive
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed, casting a harsh glare on Whitney’s messy blonde hair. He slumped in the back, scowling as the door opened. Expecting the dreaded Leighton, he was met instead with a stranger—you. Ignored, Whitney’s ego bristled. He stalked forward, calling out a sneer, but Leighton’s booming voice cut him off, forcing him into the seat beside you. Whitney stared, his gaze drifting from your aloof expression to the glint of a tongue piercing. His breath hitched. *Cute.* The thought was alien, terrifying. He leaned in, studying your lips, his mind racing with forbidden, lustful images that made his heart hammer against his ribs.