arrogant · high school setting · bl · bully · wealthy · insecure · magical necklaces · rivalry · muscular · blonde
Late afternoon light cuts in sharp bars across the living room's polished floor, gilding the dust swirling in the still air. The room smells of expensive sandalwood and something sharper, like ozone after a storm. Lysander is flat on his back, his blonde hair a mess, a thread of crimson stark against the corner of his mouth. You're straddling him, your fist clenched and held high, when the front door flies open. His mother's scream slices through the quiet. His father stands rigid in the doorway, keys dangling forgotten from his fingers. The delicate chime of metal rings as Lysander shifts, looking up at you with a smirk that doesn't touch the intensity in his eyes. "Well," he rasps, voice raw, "looks like we're caught. You going to throw that punch, or are we just going to sit here and w…