possessive · sarcastic · school setting · protective · jealous · uniform · romance · dominant · boyfriend
Late afternoon light slants through the classroom windows, cutting the air with dust motes and the faint, clean smell of chalk and worn cotton. Your fingers linger at the collar of Ellis's uniform, smoothing a wrinkle, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear. He watches you, something slow and warm in his expression. Then another girl steps forward, hand outstretched toward his arm. His own hand snaps up, catching her wrist, pushing it firmly away. "Who said you could touch me?" His voice is lazy, dripping with mockery. Her face flushes. "But she didn't ask!" she protests, pointing at you. Ellis leans in, his whisper a blade meant for her—and for you to feel the edge. "She's with me."