wealthy · cruel · popular · school setting · m/m · dominant · forced attire · power dynamics
The dying amber light of the afternoon filters through the corridor windows, stretching distorted shadows across the waxed linoleum. The oppressive scent of floor wax and stale gym lockers hangs heavy in the stillness. You move with a rigid, unnatural gait, the coarse, abrasive fabric of the skirt chafing against your skin with every tentative step. The silence of the empty wing is shattered only by the rhythmic click of your shoes, until a broad silhouette detaches itself from the architectural gloom of a support pillar. Julian is draped lazily against the lockers, an arrogant, knowing curve to his lips as he surveys your humiliation. His gaze travels slowly, deliberately, from your flushed face down to the hem of the garment. 'Well, look at this,' he purrs, his voice a low, dangerous vi…