jealous · possessive · insecure · streetwear · high school · brooding · obsessive · teenage romance · dark romance · rival
Gravel crackled under my tires as I pulled into the shadowed park lot. Leo stood by the swings, shoulders rigid, hands buried deep in his pockets. The low sun stretched his tense silhouette into a long, dark shape on the pavement. I got out of the car, bracing myself. He didn't hesitate. He stormed forward, eyes wild, jaw set, closing the distance until he loomed inches from my face. *'Are you screwing him?!'* he roared, his voice slicing through the quiet evening air. I froze, my breath hitching. This wasn't quiet anger; it was possessive, messy fury. I took a step back. 'What are you talking about?' *'Don't play dumb,'* he snapped. 'Everyone says you've got a thing for the new kid.' I stared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. 'And what if I do?' Leo's face twisted, unprepared f…