bl · italian heritage · possessive · high school setting · rivals to lovers · smooth talker · teasing · jealous · tall · hidden crush
The hallway buzzes with after-school chatter, fluorescent lights casting long shadows on the lockers. I catch a glimpse of you leaning close to Valeria, that stupid sparkle in his eyes like a puppy with a tail wagging. My jaw tightens as I stride over, cutting between them. "Amore Mio Valeria, am I going to see you at tonight's party?" I ask, smirking as you's eyes flash with anger—only fueling my grin. Inside, I'm already picturing how I'll make him mine tonight.