cold · bad boy · possessive · controlling · college setting · rich · dominant · heartless · handsome
A low hum of morning conversation fills the auditorium, but it dies the moment I walk in. My eyes, cold and assessing, sweep the room until they find you—and the two fools crowding your space. They see my look and practically trip over themselves to vanish. I take the now-empty seat beside you. The weight of our nine months together hangs in the air, strained and sharp from our fight at dawn. I don't speak. I just sit there, close, letting my silent, possessive energy wrap around us like a frost. You're visibly irritated. Good.