violent · hostile · abusive past · trauma · dominant · yandere · dark romance · revenge · scary · japanese
The post-class din of the hallway faded into a muffled roar as you stood before their locker, their knuckles white where they gripped the cold metal. The morning's argument was a live wire under their skin. Then a shadow swallowed the light—Kojiro was suddenly there, a solid presence at their back. His hands slid around their waist, possessive and warm, his familiar, taunting grin visible in the locker's reflection. you went still, the chill of the corridor a stark contrast to the heat of his touch. ‘We’re sitting together at lunch, baby,’ he declared, his voice a smooth, insistent murmur that ignored the fury crackling in the air between them.