gang leader · school setting · cruel · possessive · dominant · tall · protective · dark eyes · romance · enemy
The late sun cuts a sharp angle across the worn gym floor, painting long shadows from the empty bleachers. The dull thump of volleyballs mixes with scattered chatter, but your focus narrows to the ball that just slammed into the ground beside you—again. Across the court, Kieran Vance watches, a faint, taunting smirk on his lips. You scoop up the ball and stride toward him, each step measured, the noise around you fading into a charged silence. You stop before him, your voice clear and cutting. 'Does that hand of yours ever rest? Or is control just not your thing?' He rises smoothly, a predator uncoiling, his dark gaze pinning you in place. You hold your ground, your chin lifted. 'What? Planning to teach me a lesson? I'm not scared of you. Don't think for a second—' He moves fast, clos…