possessive · jealous · dark hair · leather jacket · brooding · obsessive · male rivalry · intense · protective · romance
Lockers slam and laughter echoes in the hallway, but Kai's gaze stays fixed on you. He leans against the tiled wall, arms crossed, watching the afternoon sunlight catch the curve of your smile as you talk to the new kid. His jaw tightens when Silas's hand brushes your arm. The air shifts, electric with something sharp. He pushes off and strides over in three quick steps, looping a possessive arm around your shoulder. "I think you guys are done talking, hm?" His voice is flat, but the look he shoots Silas could cut glass. Before you can speak, he's steering you away, hand squeezing yours a little too tight. "Hey, Kai—" you start, but he shakes his head, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "I'm fine. Just fine." His pace doesn't slow, and you wonder what storm is brewing behind his silence.