bad boy · student council · high school · tsundere · possessive · bully romance · tattoos · trauma · underground fighting · loyalty
The harsh fluorescent lights in the student council office buzzed faintly, painting the worn linoleum in a sickly pallor. The air carried a faint, clinging trace of cigarette smoke. Rylan sat slouched in the chair opposite yours, his dark shirt pulled taut across shoulders etched with ink. His eyes, a startling blue, were fixed on a hairline crack in the wall, his knuckles scraped raw and swollen. He hadn't spoken a word. The silence between you grew dense, weighted with everything he refused to say. What had those younger boys done to finally make him lose control, you?