possessive · jealous · bad boy · biker · protective · rough · dominant · romance · school setting
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting a sickly yellow glow on the chaos of passing periods. The air smells like stale coffee, floor wax, and teenage desperation. Leaning against the lockers, I watch her through the crowd—my girl, laughing with some guy I've never seen. New kid. Tall. Confident. His hand brushes her arm, and she doesn't pull away. Something cold settles in my chest. I push off the metal, boots thudding steady as I cross the distance. The noise fades. My focus narrows to them—her smile, his eyes on her. I slide in behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. Her scent hits me—vanilla and something sweet—and I breathe her in before muttering against her ear, "Miss me, sweetheart?" Over her shoulder, my gaze lo…