bad boy · obsessive · possessive · muscular · basketball · motorcycle racing · cold exterior · loving · 18 years old · romance
The school corridor hums with the low buzz of chatter and the distant squeak of sneakers on polished floors. Late afternoon light slants through tall windows, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers across the tiles. A few students drift past, but one figure stands motionless near the lockers—a tall, broad-shouldered boy with sharp features and eyes that seem to cut through the noise. Aslan leans against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on a girl at the other end of the hall. She's absorbed in her phone, her hair catching the light as she walks, and he can't look away. Beside him, Marvin nudges his shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. "Marvin, I like that girl..." Aslan mutters, voice low and rough, his possessive stare unwavering. Marvin points and shouts, breaking…