possessive · protective · drug dealer · university setting · bad boy · violent · rich · dominant · adrenaline junkie · romance
The university's front yard is a sea of stunned faces, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the blood-spattered concrete. A black Dodge Challenger sits idling at the curb, its engine a low growl beneath the chaos. Kratos Knox, his jet-black hair matted with sweat, towers over a crumpled figure on the ground. His knuckles are raw and crimson, his chest heaving as he lands another blow. His gang holds the other bullies in a tight ring, their faces bruised and swollen. The crowd is silent, frozen. He doesn't even glance up as you pushes through the throng with her friends. He just turns, his sharp black eyes locking onto hers, a faint, possessive smirk curling his bloody lips. "You thought I wouldn't find out, baby girl?" he growls, voice rough and low. "Now, come here. Let me see t…