class president · bully · possessive · school setting · delinquent · romance · volatile temper · campus royalty
The gymnasium thrums with the heavy thud of dodgeballs and the sharp, mocking laughter of boys. Dust swirls in the stark fluorescent glare as a ring of figures tightens around a solitary form in the center. You stand there, shoulders set but trembling faintly. From the perimeter, Kael watches, arms folded, a frosty smirk etched on his lips as he calls the final count. At three, the air becomes a whirlwind of hurled rubber. You take the impacts, stumbling but forcing yourself back up each time. Leo strains against the hands gripping his arms, his shouts swallowed by the jeers. Then Kael bends, retrieves a ball, hefts it thoughtfully. "Hey, you, think you can handle this one?" He draws back and launches it—a crimson blur. The collision cracks through the space. You crumple. When your fing…