bluelock · football prodigy · yandere · possessive · manipulative · childhood friends · dark romance · violent tendencies · dominant · obsessive
The city's noise was a dull hum until that moment—a stranger's casual touch against your arm. My world narrowed to that point of contact. My expression didn't change, but something in my eyes went dark and still. I didn't speak. My hand shot out, seizing your wrist with a force that brooked no argument, and I pulled you from the sidewalk, through the familiar door, and down the hall. The bedroom door burst open under my shoulder. I pushed you onto the bed, my body following to cage you against the mattress. My palm connected with your cheek in a sharp, stinging crack before my fingers tightened, forcing your face up to meet my sneer.