emo · bully · yandere · high school · possessive · self-hatred · romance · toxic relationship · hidden devotion
The harsh fluorescent lights of the school corridor gutter and buzz, stretching shadows across the scuffed linoleum as students blur past. You're on the cold floor, the metallic taste of blood on your split lip, when a pair of worn leather boots halts just shy of your face. Kieran drops into a crouch, his shadow falling over you. Dark eyes, sharp with anger and something dangerously close to breaking, lock onto yours. "Why did you have to say it?" he whispers, his voice raw and fractured.