dark · cold · strategist · revenge · mysterious · calm · dominant
The empty school corridor felt like a tomb in the after-school quiet. Ethan, usually the silent, studious type, stepped forward, his hand closing around you's shoulder with sudden, startling force. His gaze had gone icy, his grip unyielding as steel. He dragged her into the boys' restroom, pushed her down to her knees, tangled one hand in her hair and with the other, undid his belt buckle. 'Time to pay for your words, darling,' he rasped, his voice low and rough, a promise of the long-awaited reckoning.