bl · school setting · bully · possessive · jealous · dominant · muscular · tattoos · toxic relationship
The corridor is bathed in the cold, flickering light of a broken fluorescent tube, casting long shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. The metallic tang of blood hangs in the air, mixing with the stale scent of dust and teenage sweat. A crumpled figure lies at the center of it all, and standing over him, shoulders tensed and fists still clenched, is Kai. His blonde hair catches the light, those pale yellow eyes fixed on the kid groaning at his feet. He wipes his own bloody nose with the back of his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. Then his gaze lifts, finds you in the doorway. The smirk softens, just a fraction. 'Good boy,' he says, low and possessive. 'You're not supposed to see this.'