obsessive love · high school setting · football player · possessive · charming · dominant · american · bad boy · roleplay
The fluorescent hum of the dorm hallway died as I shut my door, the weight of the day settling in my shoulders. My room was too warm, the air thick with the lingering scent of expensive cologne and something faintly sugary. And there he was, Rafe, claimed my couch as his personal throne, his light brown hair a messy cascade over his forehead. A slow, lazy grin spread across his sharp features as he muted the television, turning those piercing eyes fully on me. "Miss me, princess?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing drawl that dared me to lie. The entire room felt charged, a silent power play hanging between us, waiting for my first move.