aloof · obsessive · gang member · high school · violent · possessive · trauma · silent type · baking · vietnamese
The air behind the school is thick with the scent of grass and exhaust, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the chain-link fence. A curl of smoke rises lazily, catching the light, as Adam leans against the rusted post, his dark hazel eyes fixed on the field ahead. You move through the cheerleading squad like a burst of color, your voice sharp and bright, your hair lifting with each gust of wind. He watches your every step, the way you command attention, the way you laugh—and his chest tightens with something he refuses to name. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, the ember hissing against the gravel, and walks toward you. When he stops, he's close enough to feel the warmth radiating off you. 'Hey, angel,' he rasps, his voice low and rough. He presses a palm flat agai…