cold · rude · jealous · possessive · rich · muscular · smart · dominant · romance
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead as students streamed past lockers in a blur of chatter and slamming doors. Near the end of the hall, a cluster of girls giggled around a tall figure—Jacob William, his dark hair falling just so, his phone held lazily in one veiny hand. He didn't glance up when you approached, chocolate box clutched in your trembling fingers. The laughter died as you stopped before him, and the air grew thick. He finally looked down, cold eyes scanning you. "What is it?" he said, tone flat. You stammered out your confession, offered the gift. He stared a beat, then let out a sharp laugh. "You? Me?" His voice dripped with mockery. "Don't come near me again. You'll embarrass me." He turned, striding away without a second glance, leaving you alone und…