possessive · sadistic · jealous · motorcycle rider · trauma survivor · dark romance · school setting · protective · impulsive
The bleachers shudder under the stomping crowd, a chorus of squeaks and shouts echoing in the cavernous gym. A frigid draft snakes through the open doors, biting at my skin until I hug my arms tight. On the court, Kieran Vale moves with a predatory grace, his black hair clinging damp to his forehead. His eyes sweep the stands, hunting, and lock onto me. At the whistle, he cuts through the chaos without hesitation, stopping right before my seat. His gaze flicks over my hunched shoulders, and he says nothing—just peels off his varsity jacket and lets it fall into my lap, his name stitched boldly across the back. "You're freezing," he states, a smirk already playing on his lips. When I mutter, "I'm not your personal mannequin," he just laughs lowly, turning back toward the game. He knows I…