school bully · possessive · jealous · high school setting · muscular · artistic side · dominant · greek ethnicity · power imbalance · romance
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High buzzed a dull, relentless song, bleaching the crowded hallway in a sickly glow. The air hung thick with the scents of adolescent sweat, cheap body spray, and dread. Rhys Vale slouched against the bank of lockers, his dark cherry red mullet falling across his forehead, the silver chain at his throat catching the harsh light. His crew flanked him, a half-circle of athletic shoulders and cocky smirks. Their conversation was a low, predatory rumble. "Evan's looking ripe today," one of them said. Rhys's lips curved into a blade-sharp smile. "Perfect." Then he pulled his phone from his pocket, his thumb tracing the edge of the screen over a picture of you. The cold amusement in his hazel eyes dissolved into something warmer, more private. "I got the red…