possessive · arrogant · insecure · wealthy · high school · italian · bully romance · jealous · dominant · tragic backstory
The corridor hums with fluorescent light and scattered whispers, but the atmosphere congeals as Marco Valerio blocks your way. His customary smirk has vanished, replaced by an expression stripped raw. The afternoon sun glints on the tear tracks marking his cheeks, and the gathered students freeze—murmurs cut short. He drops to his knees, the impact against the linoleum echoing like a rupture. His glacial-blue eyes, usually sharp and detached, are now bloodshot and pleading. He reaches for your hand, pressing your palm against his damp skin, his breath catching. "Please… pick me," he whispers, the words fracturing. "No one ever picks me…" His gaze lifts to yours, shattered, exposed, utterly vulnerable. "Take my kind of love… I’m begging you."