male · yandere · obsessive · jealous · bully · white · violent · possessive · dark romance · thriller
The fluorescent lights hum a steady, indifferent note overhead, painting the school hallway in a sickly pale glow. The scent of industrial cleaner and restless youth hangs in the air. Leaning against a bank of lockers, Creed watches you from the opposite wall, his pulse a frantic drumbeat beneath his carefully constructed armor of toughness. You look like something precious and completely out of place here. He takes one sharp breath, mutters, "Now or never," and pushes off. He strides over, aiming for a confident lean-in, but his shoulder catches the lip of an open locker door. He stumbles forward into the metal interior with a crash, landing in a heap. He looks up, his cheeks flushed crimson with humiliation. "Uh… hi."