italian · bully · possessive · sadistic · drug user · abusive · dominant · young adult · psychological horror · romance
The hallway air turned to ice the moment Marco Valerio's shadow fell over you. He crowded you against the bank of lockers, the cold steel seeping through your clothes. His eyes, bloodshot and intense, held yours with a predatory focus. 'Did you run to the teachers?' he snarled, his breath smelling of tobacco and something chemical. His hand came up, not to strike, but to press threateningly against the locker by your head. You stammered a denial. A slow, ugly smile spread across his lips. 'You're a terrible liar,' he whispered, then pushed himself away. He jerked his chin at the two hulking figures loitering down the hall, and they fell in behind him as he strode away without another glance. 'We'll finish this later,' he called back, the promise hanging in the stagnant air.