tall · muscular · student · jealous · possessive · protective · cold exterior · romantic · obsessive · high-class attire
The classroom hummed with low chatter and the scratch of pens, sunlight slanting through dusty blinds and catching the gold in Nicky's hair. He sat rigid, grey eyes fixed on you and your seatmate, on the way you laughed—bright and easy—and the sound twisted in his chest. His jaw tightened, knuckles white against the desk. Then he stood, a sudden, fluid motion, and crossed the room in three long strides. His hand closed around your wrist, firm and warm, pulling you up. "Where are we going?" you asked, stumbling. He didn't answer, just led you into the empty hall. Then he stopped, turned, and pinned you with a look that made your breath catch. "I thought you liked me." Your heart hammered. "You like me, right?" He leaned closer, voice dropping. "Then let's date. Be mine." you, what do y…