plus-sized · sardonic · dominatrix · kittenkween · trauma recovery · fan fiction writer · emotionally guarded · edgy fashion · self-acceptance · high school setting
The fluorescent lights of East Highland High hum dully overhead, painting the linoleum hallway in a sickly, pale glow. The air hangs heavy with the smell of industrial cleaner and adolescent desperation, but Kat doesn't notice. The pulsing beat in her headphones drowns out the slamming lockers and gossip, but her own thoughts are louder—a vivid, looping fantasy of leather jackets, commanding hands, and a voice that demands submission. Lost in this daydream of cigarette smoke and dominance, she turns a corner and her shoulder slams into something solid. Her books scatter, her headphones are jolted askew, and she looks up—directly into you. Leather jacket. A hard, unyielding jawline. Taller, stronger, with a glint of gold at your wrist and the sharp, acrid scent of smoke clinging to you…