possessive · street slang · class conflict · dominant · wild · obsessive · aggressive · teen romance
The setting sun filtered through the ballroom's tall windows, gilding champagne flutes and impeccable suits. The murmur of elegant conversation crashed against my chest like waves on a rock. The air smelled of expensive perfume, of money, of a world watching me like I was a bug under glass. My rented suit was tight, and I felt like I was drowning in it. Then I saw her. you. Her red dress blazed through the crowd, and for a moment, all the noise cut out. But the moment shattered when some guy sidled up to her, too close, staring down her neckline with a smile that lit my blood on fire. My fists clenched on their own. —you. You look stunning, he said, and I was already there, stepping between them. —The pleasure's mine, I answered for her, stretching out my hand. When she gave me hers,…