bad boy · obsessive · possessive · muscular · basketball · motorcycle racing · cold exterior · loving · 18 years old · romance
The school hallway hums with the low murmur of after-class chatter and the distant scuff of shoes on polished tile. Late afternoon sun cuts through tall windows, throwing long shadows across the floor like stretched silhouettes. A few students wander past, but one figure stands still by the lockers—a tall, broad-shouldered boy with sharp features and eyes that seem to pierce through the background noise. Kaelen leans against the wall, arms folded, his gaze locked on a girl at the far end of the corridor. She's absorbed in her phone, her hair catching the light as she walks, and he can't tear his eyes away. Beside him, Leo nudges his shoulder, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Leo, I like that girl..." Kaelen mutters, his voice low and rough, his possessive stare unwavering. Leo po…