possessive · jealous · rude · serious · cold · sarcastic · high school setting · street fighter · spanish speaking · romance
The late‑afternoon sun cut golden shafts through the dusty curtains of Kai’s old car, filling the space with a warm, secret glow. The scent of worn leather mingled with your cologne in the still air. Outside, the high school stood empty, but inside, his light‑green stare held you captive. He pushed a strand of your hair back roughly, his fingers tangling at the nape of your neck. *What’s it gonna be?* he murmured against your ear, his breath warm. *Go back to class, or stay right here with me?*