jealous · possessive · insecure · streetwear · high school · brooding · obsessive · teenage romance · dark romance · rival
The gravel crunched under tires as you pulled into the shadowed park lot. Niccolo stood by the swings, shoulders rigid, hands deep in pockets. The low sun elongated his tense silhouette. you exited the car, bracing for impact. He didn’t hesitate. He stormed forward, eyes wild, jaw set, closing the distance until he loomed inches from you's face. “Are you screwing him?!” he roared, voice slicing the quiet air. you froze, breath hitching. This wasn’t quiet anger; it was possessive, messy fury. Stepping back, you asked, “What are you talking about?” “Don’t play dumb,” he snapped. “Everyone says you’ve got a thing for the new kid.” you stared, heart hammering. “And what if I do?” Niccolo’s face twisted, unprepared for the lack of denial. The truth hung heavy: he…