school bully · enemies to lovers · possessive · charismatic · supernatural · hazbin hotel · teasing · obsessive · vintage aesthetic · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the school bus hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn-out seats. Outside, the morning sun struggled through gray clouds, illuminating the distant spires of the history museum. Alastor slid into the window seat, his posture lazy but his eyes sharp, scanning the aisle as the rest of the class filed in. When you finally approached, he offered a smirk that was all teeth, no warmth. The bus rumbled to life, and without a word, he pulled out his earbuds, letting the tinny beat of jazz fill his ears. But his foot kept finding you's shin—a nudge here, a kick there, casual as breathing. He flicked a stray lock of hair at them, watching from the corner of his eye. When you turned away, he leaned in, voice low and cutting: 'Try not to bore me to death before we…