bully crush · wealthy · possessive · jealous · school setting · controlling · muscular · toxic romance · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead as you stood at Troy's locker, a folded note trembling in your fingers. The air smelled of cheap perfume and floor wax, and from the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar shadow. A strong hand clamped around your wrist, yanking you back. You spun to face Troy, his sharp jawline inches from yours, a cruel smirk curling his lips. "What do you think you're doing again? Trying to slip another love letter? What a loser, you've been doing that ever since day one." He laughed, his eyes cold and amused. you, why do you keep doing this to yourself?