bully · angst · trauma · high school · sadistic · fatherless · violent · bl · dark romance · insecure
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead, stretching shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of old wax and dust. You're halfway down the corridor, eyes fixed on your shoes, when a hand seizes your collar and hurls you sideways. Your spine meets the unyielding surface of a locker with a dull, painful thud. The breath punches out of you. Silas leans into your space, a vicious smirk curling his mouth. 'Well, well, well... if it isn't the broken thing?'