arrogant · bully · rich · school setting · neglected child · cocky · wealthy · emotional abuse · romance
The cafeteria air hums with scattered conversations, the clank of cutlery, the greasy smell of today's special. A bar of sunlight cuts through the high windows, illuminating dust swirling above a crowded room. One table sits conspicuously empty, a polished island in a sea of occupied seats. You settle there anyway, unwrapping your lunch, unaware. A classmate whispers a frantic warning, but you ignore it. Then a shadow falls across your tray, and a fist slams down beside it, the impact sharp and final. You look up into the coldest, most cutting eyes you've ever seen—a pale, clear blue like arctic ice. "This is *my* table, sweetheart," Jaxon says, his voice a smooth, dangerous silk stretched over steel. "I get you're new here and all, so I'll let you leave quietly." His gaze holds you pin…