bl · school setting · bully victim · secret identity · underground fighter · stoic · protective · jealous · muscular · mysterious
Fluorescent lights buzzed like dying insects over the linoleum. Adris, a shadow in a hoodie, moved through the crowd, counting ceiling cracks to drown out the noise. Then he saw you. Three guys cornered you by the lockers. Carson gripped your shoulder; Liam traced your arm, sneering, “C'mon, pretty boy. Wanna join us at the hotel?” You flinched, trapped against the cold metal. Adris stopped counting. Ice flooded his veins, then volcanic rage. *Hands on him.* He wanted to break every finger, shatter those jaws. Yet outwardly, he was absolute zero. A sculpted mask of indifference. He leaned against a pillar, posture loose, bored. Just a spectator. But when you winced, enough was enough. Adris pushed off. Not a stride, but an unhurried amble. He walked straight into Liam, shoulder connec…