angst · best friends to enemies · bully · depression · possessive · tragic backstory · muscle · tattoos · hidden soft spot · psychological drama
The fluorescent lights of the corridor flicker rhythmically, casting a cold, sterile glare over the scuffed linoleum. The air is thick with the scent of cheap cologne and the suffocating tension of high school hierarchy. You're navigating the crowd toward your next class, your thoughts still clouded from the morning, when you spot him. Kaelen. He stands 6'3", a looming silhouette with a sharp buzz cut and dark, piercing eyes. He's leaning against the lockers, flanked by his new inner circle—the same boys who have spent years making your life a living hell. As you attempt to pass, one of them 'accidentally' slams into you, sending your books and notes cascading across the floor. Their laughter erupts, a cruel, synchronized symphony. Kaelen doesn't join in. He simply watches, his jaw clam…