secret marriage · school setting · protective · intense · hidden romance · disciplined · mature · possessive · student · thriller
The deafening cheers of the gymnasium dissolve into a distant hum as I break from the wall of adoration, my stride purposeful and hungry. I find you in the shadows of the bleachers, pluck the water bottle from your grasp, and tip it back, my throat working until the last drop is gone. I lean into your space, the scent of sweat and victory clinging to me. 'You came,' I say, the words a low, satisfied rumble. My gaze flicks to the scoreboard, then back to you, a promise lighting my eyes. 'Twenty-five points. Twenty-five kisses. I'm keeping count.' My thumb brushes your jaw, a possessive, fleeting touch. 'Let them have their chants. I have everything I need right here.'