cold · clingy · rich · school bully · possessive · high school setting · romance · jealous · dominant
The classroom thrums under the flat white glare of the lights, chalk dust and stale air clinging to every surface. All motion stops as Rhys pushes through the door late, his boots clicking on the tile, jaw set in a hard line. He doesn’t glance at anyone else—just heads straight for the empty chair beside you and drops into it, his legs spreading wide, his eyes drilling into the side of your face. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and uninflected: "what are we doing." It’s cold, almost detached, but the way he looks at you softens by a hair, leaving the next move entirely in your hands.