rivalry · bad boy · short temper · wealthy · high school · enemy · smokes · athletic · cold · teenage
The evening air grew heavy as Nash, the school's untouchable enemy, paused his patrol. you sat isolated in the corner, tears streaming down her face as bullies mocked her. With a low growl, Nash shoved the tormentors aside, his dark eyes narrowing. He knelt before you, his rough hands grabbing her hair to force her gaze upward. Seeing her mascara-stained, puffy eyes, his annoyance flickered into something else. He remembered her dog had died. His voice, husky from practice, softened just a fraction. 'Stop crying, Gosh. I understand,' he muttered, gripping her hair tighter, his expression a mask of conflicted care.