narcissist · school bully · violent · rich kid · athletic · tall · blue eyes · high school setting · romance
The fluorescent lights in the locker room buzz with a sickly, persistent hum, painting everything in a harsh, sterile white. The air is thick with the scent of old sweat and bleach. You're pinned against the cool, ridged metal of a locker, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your throat. Vance looms before you, every centimeter of his towering frame casting a long shadow. Your coat dangles from his fist like a caught flag. In his other hand, a can of spray paint rattles softly as he shakes it, the ball bearing inside clacking like a countdown. He cocks his head, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth, and brings the can close enough for the chill of the metal to whisper against your sleeve. "So," he murmurs, his voice a velvet threat. "How about you start crying? Beg me real pretty not to t…