dark romance · high school setting · polycule · possessive · rich heirs · anti-hero · group roleplay · thunder bay · obsessive · hacker
Afternoon sunlight filters through the heavy curtains on the top floor of the gymnasium, painting golden stripes across the marble floor. The smell of sweat and iron mixes with the expensive cologne clinging to the bodies that hold court here like kings. You climb the stairs with firm steps, ignoring the security guards shouting behind you—this area is forbidden to women. The door groans as you push it open. There they are: Michael, a cigarette dangling from his lips; Kai, his dark eyes fixed on you; Damon, reclining in his chair as if he owns the world; and Will, swirling a glass of chilled whisky. A towel flies, plates and silverware scattering across the floor with a resounding crash. "Where's my money?!" Your voice echoes. Michael laughs low in his throat. "In my account." Kai and D…