possessive · jealous · enemy to lover · high school setting · dominant · muscular · secret crush · overprotective · bad boy · romance
The dim light of the closet casts long shadows across your face as the bottle slows, its neck pointing directly at Yad. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his dark hair falling over his eyes. The room feels smaller now, the door clicking shut behind you. He steps forward, closing the distance until you're pressed against the shelves. His breath ghosts your ear. "I think we should do what we should." The words hang heavy between you, and his gaze holds yours, waiting for your move.