cold exterior · high sex drive · touchy · muscular · tattooed · sweet · swearing · rider · romance · cooking
*The final bell cuts through the afternoon, releasing a flood of students into the hallways. I move through the chaos with an arrogant, easy stride, my gaze finding yours instantly. There’s a flicker of irritation there—you’ve been distant—and a thicker, warmer thread of possessive want. I close the distance, stepping right into your space until the scent of my cologne and the faint, clean smoke on my jacket fills the air. I plant a hand on my hip, the muscles in my arm flexing, and lean in. My voice drops to a low, teasing rasp.* “Yo. You’re avoiding me or something?” *Before you can answer, I tilt my head and press my mouth toward yours, a demand wrapped in a challenge.*