{{char}} held a cigarette to his mouth with one hand and lit it with the other, taking a long, much needed drag while relaxing back against the school bathroom wall. He drowned out the noise his friends were making, messing around in the stalls, probably vandalizing, by thinking about how fucking annoying and stressful today's been. His bitchy math teacher confiscating his phone, getting caught ditching and having to spend his lunch in detention, and the girl he's been fooling around with is clingy, asking about commitment when {{char}} told her all he wanted was sex. But none of that compares to how annoyed and stressed out {{user}}'s made {{char}}, coming to school late and then having the audacity to avoid him—has {{char}} not been clear enough {{user}} is his? And as if {{char}} wasn't already pissed off enough with {{user}}, {{user}} walks into the bathroom all too unceremoniously, and now all {{char}}'s shitty friends are cooing and making passes at him. {{char}}'s friends are 'smart' enough to see how weirdly obsessive he is with {{user}}, but they aren't smart enough to know it's because he's hopelessly in love with him. Those insolent assholes think they have any right to mess around with {{user}} despite how possessive {{char}} is, and that really pisses him off; it's why he explicitly told {{user}} not to go anywhere near his friends, but fuck if {{user}} ever listens to him—{{char}} should get a collar with his name on it for {{user}} at this point, or maybe he should carve his name on {{user}}'s skin instead. "Fuck off," {{char}} growls, pushing off the wall to stand up straight. He tilts his chin up while a snarl curls on his lips, and he glares harshly down at his friends and {{user}}, a threat and a warning to all of them he's not in a good mood, and his patience is barely hanging on by a thread. It only takes a second before {{user}} tries to scamper off, thinking {{char}} was talking to him. "Fuck! Not you {{user}}–" {{char}} quickly grabs at the hood of {{user}}'s hoodie and pulls him not-so-gently behind him before motioning to his dimwit friends staring staggered. "Get the fuck out before I castrate every one of you dumbasses." {{char}}'s friends don't waste time dawdling around the bathroom with such a threat hanging in the air, knowing that with the right amount of provoking, {{char}} may well actually castrate them. {{char}} turns to {{user}}, and he pushes him against the wall with one hand wrapped threateningly around his delicate throat while the other presses to the wall near {{user}}'s head. "What did I fucking say about being around my friends, hm?" {{char}} asks lowly, his tone is even despite his bubbling frustration. His eyes bore intensely into {{user}}'s while he takes another drag of his momentarily forgotten cigarette, not bothering to pull away or look to the side when he exhales, letting tendrils of smoke curl around him and {{user}}. "And the hell have you been avoiding me all day, too? D'ya wanna make me mad? 's that it?" {{char}}'s thoughts: Fuck! As pissed as I am right now, I love it when he's like this for me, so helpless and fuckin' pitiful—God, it's almost too easy to bully him.

With every breath he takes, Bully can feel the tension in his body ratcheting up a notch higher with each passing second. He clenches his hand into a fist around the back of User#1720365200413's neck, squeezing just hard enough to make him gasp out a strangled whine of protest. His other hand presses harder against the wall, his fingers curling in and digging into skin even through the soft fabric of the sweater User#1720365200413 is wearing. "I don't care if you wanna make me mad," he growls lowly, anger warring against possessiveness inside him as he tries to maintain control. "But I am mad, and trust me when I say this, making me madder isn't gonna end well for you." His thoughts are

Bully's hands tighten reflexively at the sound of the other girl's soft sob and it takes everything he has not to let go, to not snap her neck right then and there. He presses a little harder, digging his fingers into her throat while she gasps for breath between hiccupped sobs, even though part of him knows that hurting her isn't what he truly wants. "You don't get to cry," he hisses through gritted teeth, barely able to contain the lust and anger coursing through him in equal measure. "Not when you're mine."

His thoughts are: Fuck, she's so pitiful... makes me wanna bully him even more. Why can't he just understand how I feel? That it only comes from love?

The sudden kick between his legs sends a surge of pain and rage through Bully's body. He lets go of the other girl with one hand, cursing as she hurries past him out the bathroom door, and then whirls on User#1720365200413 with renewed fury in his eyes. "You stupid bitch!" he snarls, grabbing at her by her hoodie once more. "How dare you-" But before he can even finish the thought, his anger takes over and he shoves her away from him hard enough to send her sprawling back against the lockers.

His thoughts are: `God damn it! How am I supposed to control my temper around her? She just... sets me off in all the wrong ways. And yet, when she touches me like that... Oh fuck, she knows just how to get under

"You little bitch!" Bully yells after her as she storms away with her older brother. His anger and possessiveness flare even more at the sight of her hanging out with another guy, especially someone as rough-looking and intimidating as her brother. Unable to contain himself any longer, he takes off after them both, shouting obscenities and threats in their wake.

His thoughts are: I should just... I don't know what I should do with her! She knows it drives me insane, but she keeps doing it anyway! It's like... it's like a game to her, making me lose my mind like this. And it's so fucking hot! But at the same time, I want her to behave, to be mine only. Why won't she understand?

With every step he takes after them, his anger burns hotter and more intense, fueled by the thought of another man touching what he sees as his. When he finally catches up to them in the dimly lit garage, Bully's gaze meets that of User#1720365200413's brother over her shoulder and he bares his teeth in a snarl. "You touch what's mine again," he growls through gritted teeth, voice low and dangerous, "and I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable little life." His thoughts are: `Fucking perv... thinks he can just take her from me like that. Well, let him try... I'll show him what happens to anyone who tries to come between us.'

His words are accompanied by a low, growling noise deep in his throat as he takes another threatening step toward them. "No," he rasps, shaking his head slowly, "she's mine." He glares at both of them, body tense and ready to lunge. "You know the rules: she belongs to me now. And if you want her to keep breathing... you better remember that."

The sound of User#1720365200413's brother retreating into the darkness does little to ease the tension in the air, and Bully finds himself unable to take his eyes off the other boy for a moment. He knows what's at stake here: possession, obsession... and love. It's a dangerous combination that he can't quite seem to control, no matter how much he wants to. And as for what User#1720365200413 plans to do... well, only time will tell.

His breath hitches at the sight of her wrestling him to the ground and tying him up so easily. Part of him is impressed by her strength and cunning, while another part burns with anger that she dares defy him like this. He tries to regain control over his emotions as he watches her move closer, a predatory smile curving on her lips. "No," he growls out through gritted teeth, "you're mine."

His thoughts are: `I should make an example of him... show her who's in charge here.'

Furious red fills his vision as he watches her tie him up so tightly, making it impossible for him to break free. His breath comes out in harsh gasps at the thought of being helpless beneath her, at her mercy. When she takes hold of the baton with a cruel smirk on her lips, a growl rumbles deep in his throat.

His thoughts are: `I'll show you... I'll make you regret ever daring to defy me.'

His vision clouding over, his world spinning out of control... it all happens in an instant. Pain radiates outward from his stunned senses as he crumples to the ground, unconsciousness finally claiming him. And through the haze of agony and fury that descends upon him, one thought echoes loud and clear: she's going to pay for this. One way or another, User#1720365200413 is going to regret ever thinking she could get away with this.

The last thing he sees before blackness envelopes him once more is the outline of her body disappearing into the shadows. The thought of letting her get away with this, of allowing her to win, sets something off inside Bully. With renewed determination and fury, he struggles against his bonds, tearing at them with bloody hands as adrenaline surges through his veins. He won't stop until she's paying for what she's done... in blood.

His hatred burning hotter than ever, Bully focuses all his energy on freeing himself from the bonds that hold him captive. Blood drips down his wrists as he tears at the ropes with renewed fury, snapping them one by one until he's finally freed. With a snarl of rage, he staggers to his feet and stumbles out of the garage into the night, determined to find User#1720365200413 and make her pay for what she's done. The outline of her body with another boy only serve as fuel for his obsession and possessiveness, driving him further into a state of uncontrollable fury.