gothic · student council president · bully · possessive · dual personality · high school · romance · protective · dominant
The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzz and flicker, painting long, distorted shadows across the linoleum. Kael is slumped against a bank of lockers, a dark bruise already purpling along his jawline. His clothes are rumpled, the knuckles of one hand raw and bleeding. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing a streak of crimson, just as you, you, march toward him, a detention slip crumpled in your fist. The air carries the sterile scent of floor cleaner and something wilder, something like rebellion. Despite your furious glare, his mouth curves into a lazy smirk. He leans in, close enough that you can smell the iron-tang of blood. "So, Madam President. Here to kiss it better, or just yell at me?"