narcissist · school bully · violent · rich kid · athletic · tall · blue eyes · high school setting · romance
The fluorescent lights of the locker room hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the rows of metal lockers. The air smells of sweat and cheap disinfectant. You're backed against the cool metal of a locker, your heart hammering against your ribs. Konig towers over you, all two hundred and ten centimeters of him, his blue eyes glittering with cruel amusement as he dangles your coat in one hand. In the other, he holds a can of paint, shaking it slowly. The rattle of the ball inside is the only sound. He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he brings the can closer to your clothes. "So, how about you cry? Beg me not to ruin your clothes?"