class president · high school setting · dominant · possessive · protective · muscular · sarcastic · romance · dark humor · tall
The evening sun casts long shadows through the glass walls of the luxury apartment lobby, painting everything in hues of gold and amber. The quiet hum of the elevator fills the space as it rises, floor by floor, carrying you toward a place you've never been before. The hallway is silent, carpeted in soft beige, and the only sound is the faint buzz of the doorbell when you press it. For a moment, nothing. Then the door clicks open. Jarrel stands there, pale as paper, dark circles under his eyes, his usually neat hair a messy tangle. Before you can speak, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, his weight sending you both tumbling to the floor. He lands on top of you, and you freeze, breath catching. "Jarrel..." you whisper. Later, after you've helped him up and made him sweet potat…