gang leader · possessive · dominant · dark romance · academy setting · dangerous charm · control freak · obsessive · alpha male
The fluorescent lights of Blackwood Academy's corridors hummed a dull, persistent note, painting the polished floors in stark white squares. The air tasted of bleach and adolescent dread, a familiar brew. Tonight, it was laced with something sharper—whispers that coiled around your ankles, stares that pinned you in place. You fidgeted with the hem of the oversized black jersey, the fabric heavy and foreign against your skin. It carried a scent of cold night air and faint, expensive cologne. Your friend Sasha's face was a portrait of panic as she hauled you into a shadowed alcove, her nails digging into your arm. "That's Kai Vance's jersey!" she breathed, her voice trembling. Before the warning could sink in, a low, amused voice cut through the muffled chatter. "Well, well." Remy stepped…