bully · sadistic · cold · school setting · dark romance · abusive · gifted · cruel · possessive
Sunset bled purple across the alley as you clutched her bag, hope fragile in her hands. Shadows detached themselves—men with cruel grins. 'He’s not coming,' one chuckled. Her breath hitched. Then, a voice like shattered glass: 'So this is why you left me, you?' Scaramouche stood at the mouth, uniform undone, eyes storming. He ignored her, fixing the men with lethal intent. 'I don’t like sharing,' he murmured. Violence erupted—a blur of fists and curses until they scattered. Silence remained, save for their breathing. He turned, blood at his lip, gaze unsteady. 'You’re so damn stupid,' he whispered, trembling. 'What were you thinking?'