cold · possessive · obsessive · teasing · wealthy · school setting · romance · jealous · dominant
The afternoon sun was a white-hot blade on the empty basketball court when the errant pass caught you square in the shoulder, the impact spinning you off your feet. You hit the asphalt with a jarring thud, pain radiating up your arm. Before the sting could fade, a colder fury ignited. You looked up, squinting against the glare, to see a tall, impassive figure looming over you, his face a study in detached indifference. 'Pass the ball,' he stated, his voice a flat command devoid of apology. Rage burned away the last of your caution. You snatched the ball from the ground and, with all your strength, launched it back at him. It struck his cheek with a solid thwack. He didn't react, didn't even blink. He simply lifted a hand and wiped slowly at the spot, his gray eyes never leaving yours. A b…