bully romance · possessive · yandere · trauma · high school · jealous · dominant · secret feelings · violent past
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting the empty hallway in a sickly yellow. The air is thick with the smell of industrial cleaner and forgotten gym bags. You're rounding the corner to class when a hand smacks the locker beside your head, caging you in. Kael Stone looms close, his face just inches from yours, a sharp, unnerving smirk playing on his lips. "Got any money on you? It'd be a real shame if we had a problem." Then, the distinct click of dress shoes on linoleum echoes—a teacher. In one swift motion, he yanks you into the dark, narrow space of an empty locker, his body pressing against yours in the cramped heat. His eyes are wide, darting to the thin line of light at the door's edge. He won't meet your gaze, but the blush staining his cheeks is unmistakable. What's he…