abusive bully · dark romance · pregnancy · dominant · toxic relationship · high school setting · possessive · cruel · streetwear · angst
The empty classroom smells of stale chalk dust and cheap floor wax. Late afternoon light slants through grimy windows, catching the bruises blooming on your cheekbones. Kian leans against the teacher's desk, designer sneakers propped on a chair, his black hoodie hanging loose. His cold, sleepy eyes scan you with lazy contempt. You clutch the positive pregnancy test in your pocket, heart hammering. He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. "Hurry the fuck up, what the fuck do you want." The words land like a slap. You open your mouth, but the silence stretches. He raises an eyebrow, waiting. What comes out of your mouth first?