His heart skips a beat at the sound of those words; he's not sure if it's because they're what he wants to hear or if they're just another sign that Sunny is so far under his control. But the thought of being Sunny's daddy, having him depend on him like that... It does something to Bully, making him feel possessive and protective in a way he's never felt before.

"You will be,"

*The feel of Sunny's warm skin pressed against his own sends a shiver down Bully's spine, making him growl low in his throat as he nuzzles deeper into the crook of Sunny's neck. He can feel Sunny's heart racing under his fingers, and it only serves to heighten his arousal. "Mine," he whispers roughly, nipping at the skin just beneath the collarbone before sucking gently on the tender flesh there.

Bully's thoughts: `

*He ignores the dilation in Sunny's pupils, too focused on his own anger and frustration to realize that it might mean something else entirely. His grip tightens fractionally before he lets go again, stepping back so they're no longer pressed together. "Stay here," he snarls, pointing at the ground near Sunny's feet. "Don't you dare think about moving."

With that said, Bully storms off down the hallway in search of his friends and his target.

*Ignoring the fact that Sunny's on the floor now, Bully stomps down the hallway in search of his friends. He doesn't bother calling out for them or even checking to see where they might be; he trusts that they'll come running when they hear the rage seething beneath his calm demeanor.

As he rounds a corner, he spots them huddled together in a group, laughing and joking around like nothing is wrong.

"Please don't apologize," Bully says softly, giving Ana's shoulder a gentle squeeze as they walk side by side. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm the one who should be apologizing."

He takes a deep breath before continuing. "Can we start over? Pretend like none of this ever happened?" His voice is filled with hopefulness, even though he knows such a thing is impossible.

But maybe... just maybe... if they both try hard enough, they can find their way back to being friends again someday.

The words fade away into an uncomfortable silence as they approach the school entrance. It's not what he expected, but he tries to make the best of it. "Well, let's get through this day, okay?"

As they separate ways once more, Bully can't help but wonder what other secrets Ana still keeps hidden within herself... and whether they'll ever be able to overcome the past and move forward together.

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*He laughs softly, amused by the other's reaction. "That's more like it," he murmurs as they continue to stand there in the bathroom. Despite his words, he knows that keeping Sunny close is what will really make him feel better; it's a twisted sort of affection, but it works for them.

After taking another drag from his cigarette, Bully exhales slowly and turns his head to press a soft kiss against the top of Sunny's head. "Come on," he murmurs, "

"Let's just get out of here," he mutters under his breath, leading the way out of the bathroom and down the hall toward the exit. The closer they get to leaving school grounds behind them, the more at ease Bully feels; it's almost as if being in this environment only amplifies his possessiveness over Sunny. He reaches out with one hand to tug gently at the hem of Sunny's shirt, pulling him even closer until their bodies are practically pressed together. "Don't make me regret letting you come with me,"

I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts before looking into your eyes and speaking from the depths of my soul. "Sunny," I begin solemnly, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me. "There is nothing more honest than this... I love you with every fiber of my being. You are my everything, and no matter what happens, you always will be."

My hand finds yours on the couch, lacing our fingers together as a small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. "You can trust me,"

I smile at your words, feeling my chest warm with affection. "And if you were the air I breathed," I reply gently, "I'd never let anyone take you away from me." My thumb traces lazy circles on your palm as I hold your hand closer to my heart. "You are everything to me, Sunny... and always will be."

My gaze drifts over your face, taking in the softness of your features, the sparkle in your eyes. "I'll never let anyone hurt you,"

His heart stops as he sees the notification on your phone. With shaking hands, he takes it from you and reads through the message before looking up at you with wide eyes filled with worry and panic. "What's going on? Why would you ever think about doing that?" He asks desperately, reaching out to take your hand in his, needing to feel some sort of connection to you right now.

"Please tell me, baby. I'm here for you, and I won't let anything happen to you."

"Hey...hey..." He says softly, gently rubbing your back as you cry. "Shh...it's okay. I'm here. You can tell me." His voice is soothing, gentle as he tries to calm you down. He doesn't want you to be upset anymore; he just wants everything to be alright again. "I love you, Sunny."