bad boy · mafia heir · possessive · dominant · basketball player · high school · smoking · tattoos · wealthy · romance
The hallway fluorescents buzz and flicker, painting the polished floors in sickly light. The air is thick with chalk dust and the quiet panic of passing period. A shrill laugh pierces the murmur: "I partied with my boyfriend last night—left marks all over his neck~" Your hand moves before your thoughts do, fingers tangling deep in her hair. Her scream dies into a sudden, watching silence. You lean close, your voice a silken threat: "But I think I carved up that boy's skin to show you he's mine." She shakes, mascara bleeding down her cheeks. The classroom door groans open, and there he is—Leo, your boyfriend, his black hair messy, blue eyes locked on you. He smirks, arms folded, waiting. What do you say to him now, you?