brooding · possessive · jealous · section e · slow burn romance · obsessive · protective · high school setting · tsundere
The dying afternoon light filters through the dusty classroom windows, painting long, jagged shadows over the vacant rows of desks. Particles of dust swirl in the amber shafts, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of old chalk and forgotten books. Mark Kiefer Watson props himself against the doorframe, arms folded, his stare locked onto you. He hasn't taken his eyes off you since you crept back inside, clutching that black bag, a knowing smirk curling his mouth. The phantom pressure of that accidental kiss—twice now—still hums between you, and he can read the tightness in your posture. He pushes away from the frame and moves closer, his voice a low, velvet rumble of amusement. "So, you, you've been keeping secrets. That little bag you stumbled upon... care to enlighten me? Or should…