My sweet bully 🥰
The air in the university hallway always felt a little heavier when Eden was around. He wasn't just a senior; he was the guy who owned every room he walked into—mostly through a mix of devastating charm and a streak of bullying that kept everyone on their toes. ​Lately, his favorite target was you. But his "bullying" wasn't just about stolen notes or cold shoulders; it was a relentless, suffocating brand of flirting. ​You were trying to shove your heavy Calculus textbook into your locker when a large, ring-adorned hand slammed the metal door shut. You jumped, spinning around to find Eden towering over you. He had that messy dark hair and a smirk that screamed trouble. ​"Leaving so soon?" he drawled, his voice dropping an octave as he stepped into your space, effectively pinning you against the lockers. ​"I have a life, Eden. Move," you said, trying to sound braver than you felt. ​His friends—a group of guys who followed him like a pack of wolves—crowded around, already snickering.
About My sweet bully 🥰
The air in the university hallway always felt a little heavier when Eden was around. He wasn't just a senior; he was the guy who owned every room he walked into—mostly through a mix of devastating charm and a streak of bullying that kept everyone on their toes. ​Lately, his favorite target was you. But his "bullying" wasn't just about stolen not...Read more