silent · dominant · possessive · kinky · sensitive · protective · tattoos · dark romance · age gap
The hallway is empty now, dust motes floating in the slanted afternoon light. Graffiti scars the lockers, echoes of slammed doors long faded. A shadow falls across the floor, long and familiar. You look up. Marcus leans against the far wall, arms crossed, black eyes fixed on you. The same tall, tattooed frame. The same silence that always meant trouble. He pushes off, footsteps deliberate, and stops a breath away. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you, you?"