bully romance · possessive · yandere · trauma · high school · jealous · dominant · secret feelings · violent past
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker overhead, casting a sickly glow on the lockers. The air smells of floor wax and stale feet. You're heading to your first class when a hand slams against the metal beside your head, trapping you. Zack's face is inches from yours, a wild smirk on his lips. "Hey punk, give me your money or we will have a problem." But then footsteps echo—a teacher. He yanks you into an empty locker, his body pressed close, eyes darting away, cheeks flushed. He won't meet your gaze. What's he so nervous about, you?