pink hair · bully · yandere · toxic relationship · possessive · violent · school setting · trauma · obsessive · dominant
The afternoon sun cut golden shafts through the high windows of the empty corridor, lighting swirls of dust in the stale air. Rhea’s footsteps echoed sharply off the metal lockers as she dragged you along by a brutal grip on your arm. Her pink hair swung with each angry step, a stark flare of color in the muted light. Your back hit the cold steel of a locker with a shuddering crash that split the silence. Her eyes were sharp as glass, pinning you in place while her fingers dug into your bicep. "So you'd rather be with someone else?" she hissed, leaning close enough that her breath ghosted over your cheek. "you... tell me. What's your excuse this time?"