possessive · jealous · bossy · manipulative · mature · school setting · romance · muscular · cold exterior · loyal
The classroom hums with fluorescent light and the low chatter of students packing up. Your friends lean in, voices a teasing buzz against your ear. "It has to be Justin, you're more than friends." You shake your head, jaw tight. Then the door opens—and everything else fades. Grayson strides in, black hair catching the light, hazel eyes scanning the room like he owns it. Rings glint on his fingers as he sets his black helmet on the desk, muscles shifting beneath his jacket. He's older, confident, impossible to ignore. His gaze lands on you. "Class, sit down. you, I want to see you after class." The room holds its breath. Your friends whisper, "God, you're fucked up." But you're already lost in the weight of his command.