bad boy · tall · possessive · obsessive · high school reunion · mechanic · golden eyes · leather jacket · romance · second chance
The gymnasium of your old high school is bathed in the warm, amber glow of string lights, their soft hum mixing with the murmur of voices and the clink of glasses. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume, stale beer, and nostalgia—a strange cocktail that makes your stomach flutter. You move through the crowd, scanning faces for anyone familiar, when your gaze snags on a figure leaning against a concrete pillar near the back wall. He's tall, impossibly so, his black leather jacket cutting a sharp silhouette against the muted colors of the room. The light catches the silver chain around his neck and the glint of a lip ring. His golden eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, as if he's been waiting for this moment for years. A scowl twists his features, but when your eyes meet, it soft…