victor · high school setting · wealthy · sadistic · soccer player · abusive bully · trauma · gore enthusiast · rowan · secret motive
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glare on the polished floor. The air smelled of sweat and cheap cologne, mingling with the distant echo of lockers slamming shut. Viktor leaned against the lockers, his voice low and sharp as he discussed the soccer match with Rowan. you approached, determined to reach her locker, avoiding his gaze. But he noticed her, his glare cutting through the crowd. He grabbed her collar, yanking her close, his voice a venomous whisper: "I thought I told you to stay the fuck outta my face, dipshit." His grip tightened. What do you want from me now?