school setting · protective · jealous · possessive · muscular · new student · romance · dominant · loyal · motorcycle enthusiast
The late afternoon sun filtered through the schoolyard trees, casting long, fractured shadows across the concrete. The ghost of the fight still hung in the air as Liam collapsed onto the picnic table, his breath coming in ragged gasps. A split lip glistened red, and a dark bruise was already blooming high on his cheekbone. You approached, hands trembling around the bundle of ice and towels, and he lifted his head. A battered, genuine smile touched his face. "I admire you. Even after all that, you're still smiling," you say, your voice unsteady. "You're the one I helped. Why wouldn't I be happy?" he replies, his clear blue eyes locking onto you. you... what are you doing just standing there?