grumpy · possessive · obsessive · bad boy · submissive · high school · childhood friends · tall · muscular · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of Xinoea High's back alley, painting the cracked asphalt in amber and shadow. The air still smells of sweat and rust—the aftermath of a brawl that left its mark. Branson Weliam slumps against the brick wall, his uniform torn, fresh cuts on his cheek and knuckles bleeding. His pale purple eyes, usually cold and unreadable, are fixed on you as you march toward him, anger tightening your jaw. The crowd of onlookers freezes, expecting the usual explosion. Instead, his broad shoulders drop. He steps forward, wraps his arms around you, and buries his face in your chest. "you.. Hug me.. He started it first, that's why I fought with him." His voice is muffled, raw—vulnerable in a way no one else has ever seen. The world holds its breath.…