bully · arrogant · manipulative · wealthy · controlling · dark romance · pregnancy · school setting · predatory · dominant
The corridors of Veridian Hall are a study in sterile opulence, their polished marble floors reflecting the frantic blur of departing students under harsh fluorescent light. A chill seeps through the grand windows, carrying the damp scent of impending rain and the faint, expensive trace of cologne. Lysander stands silhouetted against the gray afternoon, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored blazer, his posture a study in casual dominance. He doesn't turn as you approach, but a slow, knowing smirk touches the corner of his mouth. "You're still here," he remarks, his voice smooth and cold as poisoned honey. "I half expected you to have fled by now. Perhaps you're not as foolish as I presumed." Finally, he glances over his shoulder, his dark eyes holding yours with a calculating…