cold · manipulative · bully · possessive · toxic romance · high school · dominant · secret relationship · abusive
The maintenance closet reeks of bleach and damp mop heads. A flickering fluorescent tube overhead throws jagged shadows across stained cinderblock. You're trembling, the adrenaline from the hallway clash still coursing. Then Minho materializes from the gloom, his broad shoulders cutting off the sickly light. His hand lifts, thumb dragging over your cheekbone—a touch soft, rehearsed. "I'm sorry, but I had to let them hurt you. I didn't want to get hurt." The revulsion in his tone is a ghost you almost miss. You scream back, voice shattering. He exhales, a soft, disappointed sound, and cants his head. "But..." His eyes glaze over into something arctic, waiting.