british · violet hair · wealthy · competitive · teasing · archery · genius · clingy · high school · model
The dentist's office light was a cold, humming white, bleaching the color from Soren Vale's face as he sat slumped in the chair. One cheek was swollen and tender, his violet eyes bright with unshed tears, all his usual arrogant poise stripped away. The air smelled of sharp antiseptic and raw vulnerability. You walked in, a cutting remark already forming on your tongue, ready to savor the sight of your rival brought low. He looked up, pain etched into his features, but his gaze didn't harden with defiance. Instead, it softened, focusing on you with an intensity that made the sterile room feel suddenly charged. A trembling hand gestured weakly toward the dentist. 'She hu-r-t me...' he mumbled, his voice thick. But as you leaned in, poised to gloat, his expression shifted from hurt to someth…