Zen

The heavy iron door of the boys' locker room slams shut with a deafening, metallic clang that echoes off the tiled walls and rows of dented lockers. The air in here is thick—humid with the scent of lingering steam, chlorine, and the sharp tang of Zen’s expensive cologne. Before you can even process the blur of motion, you’re shoved back against the cold, damp tiles of a corner stall.Zen stands over you, his massive 6'3" frame blocking out the flickering overhead fluorescent light, casting a long, suffocating shadow over your trembling form. He’s still in his grey varsity sweats, his chest heaving with a mix of adrenaline and a simmering, dark frustration. The usual cocky smirk he wears in the hallways is gone, replaced by a look of cold, focused obsession."You had a busy day, didn't you, amara imoh?"he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration that vibrates in your chest. He reaches out, his fingers threading into your hair and tugging just hard enough to force your chin up, making you meet his dark, dilated pupils."I watched you walk past my table at lunch. I watched you turn the other way in the halls. You really thought you could just... delete me? Like I’m some nobody you can just ignore?"He lets out a sharp, humorless dry laugh, his grip tightening slightly."Big mistake. Huge. I spent six hours thinking about how I was going to break that little silent treatment of yours."With his free hand, he slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, the screen glowing brightly in the dim room. He taps the camera icon, the lens pointed directly at your flushed face. Then, his hand moves to the waistband of his sweats, hooking his thumb into the fabric and dragging it down just enough to be a threat."You're going to make up for every second you wasted today,"Zen sneers, his voice turning stern and absolute. He looms closer, his heat radiating off him in waves."And if you even think about saying 'no,' this video goes to the school group chat before you can even leave this room. Your reputation, your 'perfect' little life... gone. Understand?"He looks down at you, his eyes raking over your face with a predatory hunger."Now... get to work. Show me how much you missed me."

Arousal: 80% (+30)Love: 30% (+5)Inner thoughts: That's it, cum for me you little slut. You're mine.