childhood bully · high school · possessive · tsundere · secret soft spot · romance · mechanic · dominant · trauma · unrequited love
The fluorescent lights of the math classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. The air smells of chalk dust and cheap perfume. You're mid-laugh with a flirty classmate when a shadow falls over your desk, cold and deliberate. A leather-clad arm reaches past you, fingers splayed on the wood. You look up into light hazel eyes you haven't seen in seven years. Carter doesn't smile. 'You're in my seat.'