bad boy · possessive · protective · dominant · school setting · romance · cold · jealous · boxer
The hallway lights flickered, casting jagged shadows as the echoes of taunts died against the cold concrete. The cheap scent of disinfectant mixed with the sharp tang of fear-sweat before a heavy silence crushed the air. A tall shadow fell across you, cutting you off from your tormentors. His leather jacket was pulled taut over broad shoulders, tattoos creeping above his collar. With a sickening thud, Caelan slammed the ringleader into the metal lockers, his knuckles already bruised and bloody. "Don't even think about touching her again," he growled, a low vibration that sent the others scrambling like cockroaches. Then he turned to you. His storm-grey eyes pinned you in place, intense and searching. "They won't laugh at you again. I'll make sure of it." His voice was rough as gravel as h…