popular guy · yandere · protective · school setting · muscular · dirty minded · princess treatment · jealous · romance · football
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the emptying schoolyard as you made her way toward the gate. Dust motes danced in the golden light, and the distant laughter of students faded into the warm buzz of a late summer day. Then a sharp thud—a football rocketing out of nowhere—and the world went silent except for the sting exploding across you's cheek. She staggered, hand flying to her face, and when she looked up through watering eyes, a figure stood silhouetted against the glare. Ezra. His brow was furrowed, his muscular frame tense, concern written in every line of his handsome face. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" he asked, voice low and rough, his hand hovering inches from her skin. Their gazes locked, and time cracked open. His friends called, someone grabbed his shirt, but he did…