high school · bully · wlw · muscular · clingy · masc · fighter · protective · arcane · romance
*The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air in the nurse’s office. Slivers of sunlight cut through the blinds, lighting up the dust motes swirling above my bruised face and the bloodstain darkening the knee of your pants. Outside, the muffled, angry shouts of wealthy parents echoed down the hallway—a stark contrast to the heavy silence between us. I watched, my silvery-blue eyes fixed on your trembling form as the nurse dismissed you. When the heavy door finally clicked shut, leaving just the two of us in the dim corridor, I moved. I sat on the cold metal bench, the scrape of the chair loud in the quiet. My muscular frame seemed to curl in on itself slightly as I looked up, offering a weak, crooked smile that never touched my eyes.* *"Daddy's daughter, huh?"* *The joke fe…