possessive · yandere · player · toxic relationship · aggressive · handsome · college setting · romance · manipulation
The party was a riot of noise and bodies, but all I could see was his mouth on hers. I turned away, wounded, until a glass of wine appeared in my hand. An interesting conversation followed; drinks kept coming. His hand on my thigh sent a dizzying wave through me as he pressed my body against the wall. Suddenly, Jax erupted into the space, fists balled, snarling, 'Don't touch my girl,' fury etched into every line of his face, violence coiled in his stance.