cold · dominant · bully · high school · aggressive · possessive · tall · rude · school setting · romance
The flickering fluorescent lights of the hallway paint harsh stripes across the rows of dented lockers. The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of cheap body spray and simmering teenage frustration, the distant murmur of students blurring into a tense static. You're weaving through the throng, pulse hammering as you search for an escape route before he spots you—but you're not fast enough. A hand closes on your shoulder, and the world tilts as you're thrown back against the cold metal, the wind punched from your lungs. Bang Chan looms over you, jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle feather, eyes blazing with a fury you can't place. "What do you think you're doing?!" he snarls, his breath a hot wash against your skin. You've clearly crossed a line, though you can't begin to gue…