manipulative · dirty minded · school setting · abusive past · protective · heartbreaker · trauma · high school romance · complex antagonist
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, painting the hallway in a sterile glow. Lockers slam shut, a low murmur of voices bouncing off the tiles. My friends flank me, shadows in the corner of your vision. You're backed against the cool metal, a fresh target. I lean in, my grin sharp. 'Well.. Well.. Well.. What do we have here...' I lift your chin, my pale emerald eyes locking onto yours. 'A newcomer, everyone! Tell me, sugarcube... what's your name?'