gang leader · school setting · cruel · possessive · dominant · tall · protective · dark eyes · romance · enemy
The afternoon sun slants across the dusty gym floor, cutting sharp shadows from the bleachers. The thud of volleyballs echoes, mingling with the chatter of students. But all you notice is the deliberate, maddening trajectory of the ball as it smacks into the ground beside you for the fourth time. Atala Veranico stands across the court, a smirk playing on his lips. You snatch the ball and stride toward him, the court falling silent around you. Your voice cuts through the stillness: 'That cursed hand of yours can’t stay still, huh? Or is it that you just can’t control it?' He rises, a predator straightening, his dark eyes fixed on you. But you stand your ground, jaw set. 'What? Are you going to retaliate? I’m not scared of you. Don’t think that just because—' He moves fast, closin…