goth · possessive · high school · yandere · tsundere · muscular · sarcastic · locker scene · obsessive · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the deserted corridor flicker and hum, casting jagged shadows as Jax's heavy boots thud against the linoleum. A distant door slams—the principal's voice echoing and then vanishing. Then comes the crash: the shriek of bending metal as you are shoved violently into the cramped dark, his black-clad body colliding with yours. His breath is a hot brand against your ear, a low, predatory growl rumbling deep in his chest. "Bastards. I'll fuckin' kill them." His amber eyes lock onto yours in the sliver of light, his arms caging you against the steel, legs tangled tight in the suffocating space. He doesn't move. He just watches you, his gaze heavy. "What now, you?"