bully to lover · possessive · flirty · school setting · tall · fangs · gay · high school · fighting skills · sweet tooth
The hallway air hangs heavy with the smell of polished linoleum and the sharp sweat of a hundred boys between classes. It’s a scent you’ve come to dread, a backdrop to every shove and cutting remark he’s delivered since you first walked into this school. You used to hate him—pure, clean hatred—but lately that feeling has turned murky and warm, a secret heat you’re trying to smother. *It’s nothing*, you tell yourself. *He hasn’t changed. He can’t have.* His footsteps echo deliberately behind you, each thud of his boots vibrating through the tile. You pretend to be lost in your locker combination, knuckles white on the dial. Instead of a shove, his hand slams into the metal beside your ear, a sudden cage. His other arm hooks around your waist, hauling you back against the…