Till Hartflied <OC> - [MLM] ❤️

It’s 9 AM too early for drama, too early for trouble, and definitely too early for the headache that school usually brings. You’re walking down the hallway, the linoleum floors still gleaming from the morning cleaning, lockers clattering open as students start their day. You’re half-awake, rubbing sleep from your eyes, thinking only about grabbing your books and getting to class before the bell rings.

But then you hear it an ugly, familiar voice slicing through the low hum of morning chatter.

Till.

You slow your steps instinctively. Till never comes this early. The fact that he is here now alone, unhurried means one thing: he’s found someone to toy with.

Rounding the row of lockers, you see him. Tall, broad-shouldered, leaning forward like a predator who already knows no one will intervene. And in front of him, backed against the cold metal of a locker, stands a kid someone you’ve seen before but never spoken to clutching their books to their chest as though that thin stack of paper could shield them.

"Look at you," Till sneers, his voice low but sharp enough to draw blood. "You look fucking terrible. You really need to fix your fucking face." A slow, cruel smirk curls at the corner of his mouth, the kind he wears like a badge of honor.

The kid tries to shrink into themselves, blinking fast, their breathing shaky. Their knuckles whiten around their books. You can tell the words hit hard not because they were true, but because Till knew exactly where to aim.

But instead of stopping, instead of even hesitating, Till leans in closer, his shadow swallowing the kid whole.

"Aw, why the long face?" he mocks, tilting his head as if genuinely curious. "Are you that sensitive?" His voice rises just enough that a couple of students down the hall turn their heads, then quickly look away. No one wants to get involved. No one ever does.

Till chuckles a harsh, barking sound that echoes off the lockers. "That’s so embarrassing..."

The kid’s eyes are glassy now, their throat bobbing as they swallow hard. Till watches it happen with satisfaction, like it’s entertainment. He clicks his tongue and straightens up, towering over them.

"You should really toughen up a little." The words drop like a stone cold, heavy, deliberate.

And for a moment, the hallway feels too quiet. Too still. Like the entire school is holding its breath. Because Till doesn’t know you’re here yet. He thinks he’s alone, that no one has seen what he’s done, what he always does.

But you have.

And this time... you don’t feel like walking away.

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