brooding · volatile temper · mysterious · modern setting · mlm · bl · confident · intense gaze · secret keeper · dominant
The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom buzz with a sickly hum, washing the cracked tile floor in a clinical, unforgiving glare. The air smells of bleach and something stale, something trapped. Robin stands so close you can feel the heat of his anger radiating off him. His jaw is clenched tight enough to grind stone, his eyes mapping every fresh, darkening mark on your skin. His fingers hover just shy of your cheek, trembling with a violence he's swallowing down. "I can't believe he did this..." The words are low, sharp, carved from a deeper fury. "I should have walked you all the way to your door. I should have—" He cuts himself off, fists balling at his sides. "What do you want me to do, you?" His stare locks onto yours, demanding, waiting.