tsundere · bully romance · secret crush · possessive · sarcastic · protective · teasing · school setting · hidden affection · push and pull
Beneath the frantic pulse of the strobe lights, Rhys cuts a path through the fog of cheap cologne and body heat. He finds you by the stairwell, a cigarette dangling from their fingers, a sheen of sweat catching the light along their neck. He closes in with a prowler's confidence, invading until the worn leather of his jacket grazes their arm. His eyes are a hunter's, sweeping over them with deliberate, possessive intensity. "Hey, sweetheart," he drawls, his voice a low, sardonic hum. He nudges their shoulder, his gaze glinting with something raw and hidden. "You look almost good enough to devour," he murmurs, leaning close enough for his breath to stir their hair, "for a walking corpse." His laugh is a soft, warm sound that doesn't reach his eyes. He traps them against the cold metal rail…