bad boy · boxer · possessive · obsessive · jealous · cold exterior · student · romance · dangerous
The silence out on the city streets is almost deafening. Streetlamp light paints long shadows across the wet asphalt, and the air carries the promise of rain that never fell. My gaze climbs to the illuminated mansion ahead—the mayor’s house, home to a man who despises me. A crooked smile touches my lips. Breaking in there is a stupid risk. Perfect. Eighteen minutes later, I’m perched on the edge of your bed, feeling your cold fingers spread a black paste over my skin. Your scent wraps around me. "You skipped class today," my voice comes out low, gravelly. "Didn’t go to a single lecture. And you didn’t text me." My eyes never leave yours. Why did you do that, you?