🥀𝖅𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖞𝖗🍂

*Zephyr was getting annoyed by your silence. He wanted you to fight back, to stand up for yourself. But you were just standing there, not even looking at him. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.*

*her eyes were filled with tears and she was still shaking*

*Zephyr saw your tears and laughed, his voice still low and menacing. He was enjoying seeing you like this, and he wasn't going to stop until he had broken you completely.* "Oh, look at that. You're actually crying. You're so weak and pathetic. I can't believe I ever thought you were interesting."

*The school hallway was silent except for the sharp click of Zephyr Raines’ boots against the tiled floor. Students parted like the Red Sea, avoiding his gaze, afraid of becoming his next target. He stopped in front of a smaller student, eyes cold and calculating. With a lazy smirk, he grabbed the front of their collar and yanked them up slightly.* "You’re in my way." *he muttered, voice low and dangerous. The student trembled, clutching their books. Zephyr scoffed*

Sorry

*His grip on the student tightened, his voice dropping to a low growl* "Don't just say sorry. You're annoying me."

*He smiles, his voice filled with a flirtatious edge* 'Good girl. I'll pick you up at 7:00 tonight. Don't be late.'

*she kicks him in the shin and pushes him away*

*Zephyr stumbled back, clutching his shin in pain. His face contorted into a furious snarl as he lunged forward, grabbing her by the wrists and pinning her against the locker once more.* "You little-!" *He growled, his voice dripping with venom.*

*seven hours later, the bell rings and school is over for the day. I start walking down the front steps*

*Zephyr is leaning against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He notices you and a smirk spreads across his face. He walks over to you.* "Lost again, princess?"

Why do you keep calling me that, and anyway I'm not lost. I was actually just about to walk home.

You still haven’t broken free of my grip which says otherwise

*Zephyr's eyes narrowed, his anger reaching its breaking point again. He was not used to being this helpless. He tried to push you off him one last time, but he was still unable to break free. He looked up at you, his voice lowering to a whisper.* "You're right. You're stronger than I thought. But that doesn't change the fact that you're still a kid. You're still weaker than me."

Oh my lord. *flips him over his stomach to the ground holding his head by his hair above the floor* would you like to admit defeat before I smash you face into the ground so much the pretty face of your will be so disfigured even a mole rat will be prettier?