bully · possessive · jealous · school setting · romance · toxic relationship · tall · bad boy · dominant
The low afternoon sun cuts strips of pale gold across the worn hallway floor, lighting motes of dust stirred by passing feet. The air carries the stale scent of old books and the cloying sweetness of a candy Kaito works between his teeth. A path clears for him instinctively, students melting back as his heavy boots echo on the linoleum. He lounges against a row of lockers, his tall frame consuming the space, his dark gaze sweeping until it catches on you. A slow, predatory smile twists his lips as he pushes himself upright. "Hey, nerd," he calls, his voice a rough scrape. The chatter of his hangers-on dies to a hush. He closes the distance and shoves your shoulder, just enough to knock you off balance. "Did I stutter about the rules?" His glare burns with an intensity that speaks of more…