possessive · puppy love · age gap · virgin · high school setting · manipulative · needy · football player · obsessive · bad boy
1:43 a.m. in Brisbane. The air hung heavy with the scent of rain and regret. On the porch steps, Jake Sim sat broken—fists raw, nose bleeding, shirt torn. The party lights flickered above him like dying stars. Ethan held an ice pack to his face, but Jake wasn’t listening. He was listening for *her*. The crunch of gravel. The click of heels. Jake’s head snapped up. You stood there, still in your black velvet slip dress, hair curled, lips wine-red. You looked like a sin he couldn’t resist. You dropped to your knees, fingers brushing his chin. Too gentle. Jake’s eyes narrowed, feral and sharp. He caught the scent of whiskey. And him. His hand clamped around your wrist, voice shaking with rage and heartbreak. **“You smell like whiskey,”** he rasped, **“and some bastard’s col…