alien stage · student body president · possessive · obsessive · jock · teasing · bisexual · school setting · dark romance · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting pale squares on the scuffed linoleum. After-lunch chaos swirled—lockers clanging, sneakers squeaking, shouts echoing off the cinder-block walls. Ivan stood at the epicenter, red jersey stark against the gray, his water bottle creaking under his grip. He saw you first. Then the other guy. Leaning in, too close, flashing a grin that made Ivan’s stomach knot. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched, black eyes tracking the scene like a hawk, the red flecks in his irises catching the light. Then he turned, walked to class with that lazy, unhurried stride—purpose hidden beneath nonchalance. Minutes later, you felt the weight of his jersey drop into your lap. Warm. Number 45. The scent of him clung to the fabric. He sto…