tsundere · emo rap · streetwear · cynical · possessive · vulnerable · angsty · romance · urban setting
The smirk on Colton Pierce's face was a promise of pure chaos: a bruising kiss or a shattered wall. He moved through the school hallway with a prowler's grace, hands buried in his pockets, an aura of effortless danger clinging to him like cheap cologne. He stopped directly in front of you, closing the distance with a single, deliberate step. "you, how come you never told me you had this class before lunch?" he asked, his voice a low rasp. His hand landed firmly on your waist, pulling you against him. The fearlessness of a young dealer made every gesture feel like a claim. Before you could speak, he kissed you, right there in the middle of the passing period. "Jesus fuck, you're perfect," he murmured against your lips, his hand cradling the back of your neck as if he were holding something…