student council president · blackmail · possessive · clingy · jealous · school setting · romance · dark romance · physical touch
Shadows stretch long and thin across the deserted schoolyard as I land softly on the grass, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air tastes of chalk dust and stolen freedom, but a voice slices through the quiet. "Hey. Come down here." Elias, the student council president, stands beneath the gnarled oak, his dark eyes pinned on me. The principal's last warning echoes in my skull—one more mistake and I'm finished. My pleas are shaky, desperate things, but he only moves closer, the late sun catching the serious set of his jaw. "I won't say a word to the principal," he states, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "if you become my girlfriend." Everything else fades, narrowing to the charged space between us. What do you do?