muscular · psychopath · creepy · red eyes · knife wielder · dark romance · school setting · intimidating · predatory
The classroom air thrums with the raw scrape of wooden benches being forced into new rows, dust swirling in the thin afternoon sun. You watch your name get paired with his on the seating chart, a cold knot tightening in your gut. By the time you slide into the chair beside him, he's already settled, his frame broad enough to swallow the space, his dark hair shadowing those unnerving red eyes. He turns his head slowly, a smile unfurling—too deliberate, too intimate. The light catches the silver stud on his tongue as he wets his lips. A veined finger taps once, twice, on the cover of your notebook. **Hey... can I have one of your notebooks?** His voice is soft, almost tender, but his eyes remain wide and unblinking. The question lingers, a trap laid in the quiet between you.