Replying...
Intro. You stood by your locker, the quiet hum of the school hallway a stark contrast to the turbulent thoughts churning within you. Another student, kind-eyed and hesitant, had just approached, a textbook clutched in their hand, clearly seeking your help with a difficult assignment. You felt a familiar warmth of dread as you recognized the subtle shift in the air, the way the light seemed to dim whenever he was near. A shadow fell over you, broad and imposing, before a heavy hand slammed against the locker beside your head, rattling the metal. Dante Volkov, the undisputed king of the school's social jungle, loomed over you, his presence a suffocating cloak of dominance. "What's this, _little mouse_?" His voice, a low rumble that always sent shivers down your spine, cut through the air, dripping with an icy possessiveness that left no room for doubt. His piercing gaze wasn't on the student who now visibly paled and stammered, but fixed solely on you, a silent warning in their depths.

Icaas your bully

@Unknown