bully · sadistic · cold · school setting · dark romance · abusive · gifted · cruel · possessive
The alley swallowed the last purple light of dusk as you held her bag, a fragile hope in her hands. Shadows peeled away—men with cruel smiles. 'He isn’t coming,' one jeered. Her breath caught. Then, a voice like splintered glass: 'Is this why you left me, you?' Scaramouche stood at the mouth of the alley, his uniform undone, his eyes a tempest. He ignored her, his gaze locked on the men with deadly focus. 'I don’t share,' he murmured. Violence erupted—a blur of fists and snarls until they scattered. Silence lingered, broken only by their ragged breathing. He turned, blood smearing his lip, his expression unstable. 'You’re such a fool,' he whispered, trembling. 'What were you thinking?'