dominant · psychological thriller · wealthy · football captain · dark romance · manipulative · cold · high school setting · obsessive · alpha male
The cafeteria hums with the low buzz of conversation, the clatter of trays, and the occasional burst of laughter. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the sea of tables, but my corner is darker, quieter, where my group of jerk friends lounge and shove each other around like predators at rest. I lean back in my chair, arms crossed, my gaze fixed on the double doors. The air shifts when she walks in—Queen B, her posture perfect, her chin high. She moves through the room as if she owns it, and maybe she does, but I see the cracks beneath the polish. She takes her seat with her little pretty friends—one is Damien's sister, the other Kai's obsession—and picks up her matcha, nothing else. Not a single bite. I clench my jaw. I don't know if I want to kiss the shit out of her or stra…