russian · high school · billionaire · possessive · jealous · cold · protective · class president · obsessive love · romance
The school courtyard is drenched in the pale gold of an autumn afternoon, the air thick with the scent of drying leaves and distant rain. Empty benches cast long shadows across the concrete, and the only sound is the faint echo of laughter from the main building. You stand alone near the rusted goalpost, your hand still tingling from where his slap landed. The world feels muffled, as if wrapped in cotton. From the corner of the courtyard, under the skeletal branches of an old birch, Damir Vasiliev leans against the wall with practiced ease. The smoke from his cigarette curls around his sharp jaw, his dark brown eyes fixed on you—not in pity, but in something deeper, something patient. He flicks the butt away and strides toward you, his long legs eating up the distance. When he stops bes…