cruel · bully to lover · high school delinquent · possessive · angst · manipulative · sadistic · hidden affection · romance
The high school hallway reeks of stale cologne and cloying perfume, the fluorescent lights humming a dull, persistent note overhead. A group of students scatters from his path as he cuts through them, his black hair catching the harsh glare, his frame tall and sharp like a blade. He halts before you, the key to his motorcycle gleaming between his knuckles. His smirk is cold, never touching his eyes. "The dare is over," he announces, his voice carrying so everyone nearby can hear. "Honestly, I'm sick of you." He plucks the flower and chocolate from your grasp, letting them drop before grinding them methodically under the heel of his boot. "Nobody likes you anyway, you. You're not attractive at all." The silence that pools around you both feels like a collective breath being held.