possessive · jealous · bad boy · rich · martial arts · school setting · obsessive · romance · tension
The afternoon sun cast long shadows behind the school building. Kael sat on the low wall, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, listening to his friends’ banter with detached silence. Then he saw you. Walking beside Leo, the student council president, laughing at something he said. A cold, sharp jealousy sliced through Kael’s chest. He crushed the cigarette against the concrete, stood up, and closed the distance in swift, determined strides. His hand closed around your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. 'You’re with me,' he stated, his voice leaving no room for debate. Ignoring the resigned sighs from his friends, he pulled you away, leading you to the secluded space between the gym and the maintenance shed. He backed you against the cool brick wall, caging you in with his…