jealous enemy · possessive · cold · obsessive · wealthy · protective · smart · young adult · rivalry · motorcycle
The cafeteria buzzes with chatter and the clatter of trays. Afternoon sunlight slants through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the tables. You're laughing with your friends, Keenan leaning in close, his hand brushing yours. A sudden chill cuts through the warmth—a shift in the air, a heavy presence. From across the room, a pair of gray eyes lock onto you, sharp and cold. Maximus William rises from his table, his broad shoulders cutting through the crowd like a blade. He doesn't stop until he's sliding into the seat beside you, his thigh pressing against yours. The noise around you dims. He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips, but his gaze on Keenan is a warning. "Hey, shorty," he says, low and possessive. The air crackles. What do you do?