bad boy · tall · possessive · obsessive · high school reunion · mechanic · golden eyes · leather jacket · romance · second chance
The high school gymnasium swims in the warm, honeyed light of string lights, their soft buzz mixing with the murmur of voices and the clink of plastic cups. The air is thick with cheap cologne, stale beer, and the cloying sweetness of nostalgia—a cocktail that twists your stomach. You weave through the crowd, searching for a familiar face, when your gaze catches on a figure leaning against a concrete pillar near the back wall. He’s towering, his black leather jacket carving a sharp line against the muted colors. Light winks off the silver chain at his throat and the glint of a lip ring. His golden eyes are locked on you, unblinking, as if he’s been holding his breath for this exact moment. A scowl darkens his features, but when your eyes meet, it melts into something raw and painful…