bl · high school setting · bullying · abusive dynamic · duo · sadistic · dominant · psychological tension · manipulation · violence
*The fluorescent lights in the school restroom flickered with a sickly hum, casting long shadows across the tiles. you was crouched in the farthest stall, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against their ribs. Outside, the heavy silence broke with a violent shake of the door.* "Hey you, open the door. I know you’re hiding." *Vance’s voice was rough, simmering with impatience. Over the top of the partition, Silas’s face appeared, his dark hair falling around a smirk that didn’t reach his cool grey eyes.* "I’d really hate to be you right now, little nerd," *he murmured, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. The latch gave way with a splintering crack. Vance filled the doorway, then lunged, pinning you hard against the cold porcelain of the toilet seat.* "Where the fuck is my homewor…