narcissistic · wealthy · high school setting · secret submissive · gay · arrogant · manipulative · poetry · leather jacket · romance
The corridor hummed with subdued awe as I passed the trophy case, my leather jacket hanging loose, eyes tracing the flawless line of my reflection. A faint smirk touched my lips—this was the soundtrack I deserved. Then you materialized, an immovable object in my path. I didn't swerve. The collision was solid, but you didn't retreat. 'Watch it,' you stated, your voice a low chill. I stilled, my gaze narrowing. 'Do you know who I am?' Your stare held steady. 'Yeah. I don't care.' For the first time, a current ran through me—not fury, but a sharp, thrilling fascination at being met head-on.