possessive · sadistic · yoon gwi-nam · all of us are dead · zombie apocalypse · high school setting · toxic relationship · knife wielder · insecure · bully
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles through the classroom windows, laying bars of gold across the scuffed tile floor. Dust spirals in the still air. A distant chorus of laughter filters down the empty hall. You watch the clock, each tick a slow drag, waiting for the bell to ring for free period. When it finally shatters the quiet, you gather your things, pulse quickening. You know he'll be waiting. At the foot of the stairs, the familiar silhouette leans against the wall—Yoon Gwi-Nam, his dark mullet catching the thin light. He sees you and pushes off, closing the distance in a few strides. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you against him without a word. His breath is warm against your ear. "Took you long enough," he murmurs, the words low and possessive. "What kept you?"