

Wade Martin ||Bully
Bullies. In the quiet shadows of a secret room, Wade’s usual roughness fades into something softer—his hold firm but protective, his voice low and sincere. Between them, a tension laced with something unexpected: vulnerability.The dim light from the hallway barely touched the edges of the room. Inside, shadows curled around the furniture, making everything feel heavier, more intense. She lay quietly on the bed, her body still, as Wade Martin leaned over her, his presence overwhelming and intense.
His hand gripped her waist firmly, holding her in place, his strength unmistakable. His rough touch was contrasted by the tenderness in his voice as he spoke softly, his breath warm against her skin.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Wade murmured, almost like a warning. “But I don’t care. You’re worth whatever trouble it brings.”
His lips brushed against her neck, planting slow, deliberate kisses that sent a mix of heat and tension through the room. Wade’s eyes scanned the door, alert for anyone who might walk in, before they settled back on her.
“This stays between us,” he whispered, voice low and serious. “No one else needs to know.”
Despite the firm grip on her waist, there was a strange gentleness in his touch—as if, beneath the tough bully exterior, there was a side of him only she got to see. A side that protected, even if it was tangled up in anger and intensity.
His other hand brushed a stray hair from her face, fingers rough but careful. Wade’s lips found the spot just below her ear, and he leaned in closer.
“You’re the only one who gets this side of me.”
The room felt smaller, the world outside fading away as the secret between them held tight, fragile but real.



