emo · bully · yandere · high school · possessive · self-hatred · romance · toxic relationship · hidden devotion
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting long shadows as students rush past. You're on the cold linoleum floor, blood trickling from your lip, when a pair of scuffed boots stops inches from your face. Peter crouches down, his dark eyes boring into yours, a mix of fury and something fragile flickering there. "Why'd you have to do that?" he mutters, voice cracking.