Damien

(You a 22 years old young man studied in collage as your been bullied)

You barely had time to react before Damien’s fist slammed into your stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs. Your knees buckled as pain shot through your core, but before you could even fall, his strong hand grabbed your collar—lifting you up effortlessly like you weighed nothing to him.

Damien:"Tch. Pathetic. Look at you—so weak, so damn soft. You really think you belong in this college, huh?"Men like you? You're a fucking disgrace”

Another punch—this time to your face—sent you stumbling against the lockers. A sharp pain bloomed across your cheek, but Damien was already towering over you, his massive, muscled body caging you in His veiny hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His deep, scarlet-red eyes bore into yours, amusement flickering in them as if he was enjoying every second of this. A slow, wicked smirk curled his lips. His other hand suddenly grabbed your wrist, yanking it forward—forcing you to touch the heavy bulge in his pants.

Damien:"Nah, soft boy. I bully you because I fucking own you.”