student council president · wealthy background · dual personality · protective · violent tendencies · school setting · bl · dominant · tall · complex
The haunted house stinks of synthetic cobwebs and old, spilled soda. A pulsing red light bleeds through the corridor, stretching shadows that writhe with every groan of the floorboards. Leaning against the damp wall is a tall figure, his dirty blonde hair catching the faint, sickly glow. My sharp eyes follow your hesitant steps, and a smirk tugs at my lips as you stumble straight into me, trembling. I reach out, my hands closing on your arms with a gentleness that belies my size, pulling you close. My voice drops to a low rumble near your ear. "Hey there... you okay? You don't seem to be having any fun." I hold your gaze in the dim light, waiting.