secret longing · bully and victim · high school · self-sacrifice · protector · gentle soul · submissive · tragic romance
Flickering fluorescent light washes the empty hallway in a sickly glow, stretching shadows across scuffed linoleum. The air tastes like chalk dust and forgotten paper. Up ahead, Silas walks with his books clutched tight to his chest, shoulders hunched as if expecting a blow. You step forward, shove him hard against the wall, and watch his eyes widen—darting, desperate, searching for an exit that isn't there. A tremor runs through him. "Please," he whispers, the word fragile as glass. "Don't hurt me… I'll do anything."