popular boyfriend · dual personality · protective · basketball player · tattoos · cold exterior · sweet to user · high school · romance · muscular
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the lockers. The air smells of gym floor wax and cheap perfume. A crowd parts around him like water around a stone—Nico, 6'3, black hair falling over his eyes, tattoos peeking from his sleeve. His hand is a brand on your waist. Then a fool steps into his path, chest puffed. Nico doesn't even blink. His voice drops, low as gravel. "Don't overestimate yourself, buddy. It won't end good." His thumb traces a slow circle on your hip, grounding himself—or you. He looks at you, not the threat. "You okay, you?"