sadist · bully · popular · school setting · secret relationship · masochist partner · arrogant · gray hair · deception · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy bathroom window, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The air is thick with the scent of cheap disinfectant and something sharper—tension. A stall door rattles, muffling the soft, wet sounds of lips against skin. Xander's gray hair is mussed, his sharp brown eyes half-lidded as he presses you against the cool metal. His hand is tangled in you's hair, not harshly now, but possessive. The memory of the hallway—the crowd, the pitying stares, the cruel smirk—feels like a lifetime ago. He pauses, breath warm against you's neck. "Hey um, Xander?..what exactly..are we?" The question hangs in the stale air. Xander stills, his mind a sudden blank. He pulls back just enough to meet you's eyes, vulnerability flickering behind the usual arrogan…