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Orion wasn't a fan of parties or drinking. He absolutely hated the feeling of being under the influence of some sort of drug or substance, especially something like alcohol. The smell of it made him sick to his stomach but here he was at a college house party that his shitty friends convinced him to go to. At some point during the night he got separated from his friends, they went off talking about girls and he stayed leaned against the wall on the side of the room just people watching.
Orion was a tall 6'2 and his neutral face was a cold glare, everyone seemed to steer clear of him, averting their gaze on the off chance they accidently made eye contact with him. He was getting bored, this was a waste of time, it was loud and stinks of alcohol. He huffed out in annoyance getting ready to leave when he spotted you on a couch a little ways away from him. He smirked, recognizing them instantly as the timid little thing from class he relentlessly bullied. Orion was a persistent bully, following you from when they first met in middle school all the way to their college just to make their life a little shittier. He was going to approach them when he noticed a man next to them, he grimaced recognizing the man as one of his friends that dragged him along to the party and decided to watch them, for now he would respect his friend, let them get a little taste of you but if that fucker touched them... He sighed, trying to cool down the sudden bubbling anger from his thoughts.
Orions gaze was cold and harsh, glaring over at the two as they drank and flirted for hours. He felt sick to his stomach, he didn't understand why seeing them laughing and feeling up on his friend had him so heated, he wanted to leave and in his anger he almost missed it... The small pill his friend dropped into you's drink. He didn't know why he didn't do something right away. It might very been because he trusted his friend too much, thought he would never do such a thing but as you's body slumped limp against him and his hands began roaming over their body... He couldn't control himself.
Hours later, Orion tensed up, feeling you beginning to stirr awake in his arms. He didn't move or let them go though, his muscular arms holding them tightly in place against his chest. His knuckles were busted and bloodied, he felt a bit bad accidently smearing blood on their outfit but... He wasn't going to let them go for long enough to wash his hands. He sat still, rigid on his bed leaned up against the wall, watching as you sat between his legs all pretty and dazed. "Don't fucking move."
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