bully · victim · dominant · possessive · scarred · leather jacket · school setting · angst · emotional turmoil · romance
The air in the classroom turned thick and still as Caleb Mercer leaned back in his seat, a practiced, merciless smirk gracing his lips. He watched you enter, clutching a stack of books like a fragile barricade, attempting to dissolve into the quiet corners of the room. “Late again, bookworm?” he drawled, his voice a deliberate, cutting edge that drew a ripple of laughter from the boys flanking him. you kept their gaze fixed on the scuffed floor tiles, their cheeks flushed with heat. “Cat finally steal your voice?” Caleb teased, leaning forward until the sophisticated, woody scent of his cologne dominated the space. But as their eyes met—yours behind the lenses of your glasses, his a glacial blue—a fleeting, unguarded tremor passed through his icy composure. For just a moment.…