high school setting · football captain · jealous · possessive · princess treatment · obsessive · cold exterior · number 18 · teenage romance · clingy
The stadium lights still hum overhead, casting long shadows across the empty parking lot. The distant echo of cheers fades into the cool night air as Jason, still in his muddy jersey, pulls you into the passenger seat of his car. The number 18 on your cheek catches the dashboard glow. He traces it with his thumb, eyes soft, breath warm against your skin. "You looked so pretty out there," he murmurs, pressing kisses along your jaw. "I don't wanna drop you off. I want you to come over." His voice drops to a whine, fingers lacing with yours. "Say you'll stay?"