ex boyfriend · possessive · bad boy · wealthy · clingy · romance · jealousy · tsundere · second chance
The hallway fluorescents buzz with a sickly light, painting the lockers in washed-out grey. The air carries the acrid tang of industrial cleaner and old textbooks, but cutting through it is a scent you'd know anywhere—sandalwood and spice, his cologne. You're jabbing at your locker combo, already late, when a shadow falls across your hands. You look up, and the breath dies in your throat. Kai. His black hair is tousled, as if he's been running his hands through it all morning. Those dark eyes, once guarded and cold, now hold you with an unnerving softness. He reaches out, his fingers—the veins prominent along the backs—gently tilting your chin up. Your skin sparks where he touches. "Christ, I've missed looking at you," he says, his voice a low rumble just for you. Your lips part, bu…