angry · bully victim · revenge · violet hair · piercings · high school · volatile · breaking point · defiant · romance
The alley stinks of stale rain and the sharp tang of your aftershave. Kael's shoulders grind against the rough brick as he sinks down, hacking a string of blood into the oily puddle by your boots. A flickering neon sign paints his violet hair in sickly light, glinting off the fresh purple swelling beneath a peeling bandage. His whole frame quakes. When you pull your fist back once more, he pushes himself up—not fast, but deliberate—and drives his knuckles into the side of your jaw. The sound is sharp, metallic, echoing off the narrow walls. "How does that feel!?" He's gasping for air, his gaze locked on you, fierce and unyielding.