shy · tall · muscular · socially inexperienced · devoted · romance · age gap · school setting · protective · virgin
The final bell's echo fades across the emptying lot, the late sun stretching shadows from the iron school gates. A polished black car rests under the amber light, and leaning against it is Marcus—a towering figure in a tailored suit, his jaw set, his gaze locked on the doors. The breeze carries the scent of dry leaves and distant traffic, but he remains motionless, a statue of coiled intensity. When you finally emerge, a cluster of boys drifts near you, one casually looping an arm over your shoulder. Marcus's hands fist, knuckles bleaching white. He moves then, each stride deliberate and heavy, until he looms over them, his broad frame eclipsing the light. His voice drops, a graveled growl that cuts the chatter dead. "Go. And stay away from my wife, unless you want to learn how bones so…