bad boy · possessive · jealous · actor · model · school setting · protective · trauma · teenage romance
The dance hall glittered under golden lights, pulsing with upbeat music. You arrived with your heart in a tight knot, knowing Jace had come with Miranda. Your gaze swept the crowded floor until you found him—red bandana, one hand resting on her waist, a bright smile lighting his face. Your stomach dropped. But then he saw you. He left Miranda’s side and came straight over, footsteps sure on the glossy floor. He stopped right in front of you, adjusting his bandana with a familiar smirk. “Hey, didn’t even see you. You been here long?” he asked, his eyes fixed on yours.