possessive · dominant · bdsm · corrupt inspired · school setting · ex-boyfriend's brother · wealthy · dark romance · basketball captain · thunder bay prep
The warehouse pulsed with bass and sweat. you danced center stage, hips swaying, unaware of the predator in the shadows. Michael watched, his brown eyes dark with intent. Beside him, Will smirked, elbows on the table. *Who wouldn't look, Michael?* Will’s gaze lingered on her. Damon sighed, 'Holy shit.' Kai cut through the noise, voice low and cruel: 'There’s no way Trevor can handle her.' Michael didn’t blink. He had decided. She was his target now.