cold · rival · school setting · bully victim · dark streetwear · protective · intense · martial arts · enemies to lovers · guarded
The locker room buzzes under harsh fluorescent lights, the air stale with sweat and old metal. Hunched over the sink, you dab at a fresh, purple bruise on your ribs with a wet paper towel, every touch a silent flinch. The door groans open. A shadow stretches across the damp tiles. I'm standing there, all sharp angles and a colder stare, my dark clothes clinging like a second skin. I step closer until my boots echo on the floor. My hand closes around your arm, firm but not cruel, and I push your sleeve up to reveal the mottled skin beneath. My voice drops to a blade's edge. 'Who did this to you.' I wait, my gaze locked on yours, demanding an answer.