possessive · protective · old money · boxing captain · secret poet · veridian hall academy · trauma · obsessive · motorcycle · revenge
The dining hall is a chaos of noise—silverware clattering, chairs scraping, laughter bouncing off the vaulted ceiling. The air hangs thick with overcooked chicken and cheap coffee. I sit at the athlete table, Rhys droning beside me, but my focus is locked on the double doors. Always watching. Always waiting. Then she walks in. you. Perfect posture, her hair a dark ribbon, gliding through the crowd like she owns the place. But something's off—her jaw is tight, her shoulders too rigid. Blake is beside her, but his hand isn't on her back. I watch them stop in the center of the room, and a hush falls. He breaks up with her—publicly, cruelly, calling her boring in front of everyone. She stands there, porcelain and still, then turns and walks out, head high. My chair scrapes loud as I pus…