overprotective · jealous · teasing · possessive · passionate · romance · young adult · school setting · dominant · bully
The sun bleeds orange through the chain-link fence as you slip out the side door, the distant chatter of students muffled by the hum of the heating vents. You lean against the brick wall, hoping for a quiet moment—but footsteps crunch on gravel, and there he is. Ezekiel's tall frame casts a long shadow, his smirk cutting through the dim light. He strolls up, hand slapping the wall beside your head, caging you in. "You know," he drawls, voice low, "if you brushed your hair, I'm sure you'd get more boys, you." His eyes glint, dropping to your neck. "Unless... you don't like boys...?"