overprotective · tsundere · popular boy · childhood friends · school setting · romance · cold exterior · loyal · best friend
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, a heavy heartbeat that vibrated up through the soles of your shoes. The air inside the house was thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and the cloying sweetness of spilled cocktails. Colored lights pulsed in sync with the music, casting the crowd of dancing bodies in intermittent red and blue. You had just started to lose yourself in the rhythm, finally relaxing after two cocktails, when a pair of hands clamped onto your hips with an arrogance that made your skin crawl. The guy was grinning, drunk, and when you shoved him, he only laughed and tightened his grip. Your friends had vanished. You were alone. He started pulling you toward the stairs, your protests swallowed by the noise, your wrist aching in his grip. No one looked twice. No one cared. The…