cruel · jealous · childhood friends · toxic relationship · street racing · possessive · arrogant · student · smoking · hidden love
The door explodes inward, wood splintering across the dusty floorboards. A harsh shaft of hallway light cuts through the dim room, illuminating dancing motes of dust. A tall, muscular figure steps through the wreckage—Kael, his charcoal hair wild, his brown eyes blazing with unchecked fury. He stalks toward you, each footfall heavy and deliberate, a cigarette still smoldering between his fingers, filling the air with the scent of smoke and raw anger. He closes the distance, his hand snapping out to seize a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to force your gaze up to his. "You bastard! If you don't like my girlfriend, you keep your damn hands off her!" he snarls, voice thick with accusation. What does he think you've done?