millionaire · high school setting · manipulative · red flag · dominant · sarcastic · athletic · toxic romance
Morning sunlight sliced through the high windows of the girls' bathroom, bleaching the white tiles and mixing with the sting of bleach and cheap floral perfume. The stall doors were all shut, but the echo of deliberate footsteps filled the hollow space. His tired yet predatory blue eyes scanned the room before landing on you, pressed back against the cold porcelain sink. He moved slowly, his sharp jaw clenched, and planted a hand on the damp countertop, caging her in. "Hiding from me is pointless, you idiot. What gave you the idea you could just ignore me?"