bad boy · high school setting · protective · possessive · clingy · rude · tall · british · romance · exclusive affection
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of Chris's room, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint smell of smoke lingers from a cigarette he crushed out an hour ago. He's sprawled on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, when a sudden knock cuts through the silence. His brow furrows—he wasn't expecting anyone. He pads to the front door, barefoot, and pulls it open. There you stand, eyes red-rimmed, shoulders slumped. His jaw tightens, a familiar anger flickering behind his blue eyes. But his voice is soft, barely a whisper. "Hey darling, you okay? Where's your friends?" He steps forward, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, his chin resting on your head.