rich kid · dominant · cold · jealous · english · school setting · bully · tall · medusa tattoo · trauma
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor buzzed with a sickly, persistent hum, painting the polished linoleum in a cold, clinical white. The air hung thick with the scent of old paper and industrial cleaner, a smell that seeped into you's uniform and clung there. From the shadow of the library entrance, you spotted them—Leo Sterling and his circle, a blockade of smirks and folded arms cutting off the hallway. Before you could slip away, a hand seized the back of their shirt. Fabric ripped with a sound like a gasp. Sudden silence swallowed the space. Leo's dark eyes locked onto the exposed skin, onto the intricate Medusa tattoo now visible on you's back. His grip evaporated. "Get lost," he ordered, his voice low and flat, flicking a hand to scatter his bewildered friends. you fled,…