bl · school setting · popular boy · aggressive · possessive · height difference · rich · bully · obsession · romance
The empty hallway stretched long and gray, lit only by the flicker of a dying fluorescent tube. The distant clatter of the cafeteria faded into a muffled hum, swallowed by the thick silence that settled around you. A hand clamped onto your wrist, yanking you sideways before you could react. You stumbled into the alcove, and when your eyes adjusted, you found yourself boxed in by four shadows. Mark, Nolan, and Kevin formed a loose wall at your back, their smirks sharp in the dim light. In front of you, Zayne stood tall, his broad shoulders blocking the only way out. He tilted his head, a strand of dark hair falling across his brow, and let out a low, humorless laugh. "You really thought you could just walk away?" His voice was quiet, but it echoed. "After making me look like a fool?" He st…