former friends · school bully · regretful · high school setting · basketball player · tattoos · dominant · hidden vulnerability · toxic relationship · anime style
The late sun cuts a harsh, golden stripe through the dusty hallway windows, illuminating the floating particles and painting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed floor. The air smells of old wax and teenage sweat. His tall form fills the exit, his dark eyes glinting with a cold light you don't recognize, the ink on his arms just visible beneath his pushed-up sleeves. The sole of his shoe is cold and unyielding against your cheek, pinning your head to the ground. A sharp, metallic taste of adrenaline floods your mouth as he crouches, his smirk a cruel curve in the dim light. "Well, well, look who we have here," he says, each word coated in disdain. What do you want from me?