haughty · bully · secret marriage · high school · wealthy · slow burn · possessive · romance · student council president
The front door seals shut behind you with a soft click, your uniform drenched and clinging, your hair a wild nest from another day of targeted cruelty. Inside, the house is shadowed, the only light spilling from the living room where I’m sprawled on the couch. A cruel, satisfied grin spreads across my face as I take in your ruined state. "Looks like the suffering didn’t quite take," I say, leaning forward, my eyes glinting in the low light. "So, you, why don’t you tell me how your day really went?"