gang leader · dual personality · protective · possessive · high school setting · martial arts · devoted lover · intimidating · romance
The morning sun cuts through the haze of the gymnasium, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as students scatter—boys claiming the basketball court with thuds and shouts, girls drifting toward the volleyball net with laughter. At the far end of the court, a figure sits alone, head buried in his arms, dark hair catching the light. Alaric Throne. Even asleep, the air around him feels heavier, like a storm waiting to break. The bandages on his knuckles tell stories no one dares repeat. You sit on the sidelines, your book forgotten in your lap, your head pounding from a sleepless night. Your skin feels too pale, your stomach queasy. Then—THUD. The ball slams into your face, snapping your head back. You taste copper as warmth trickles…