mischievous · school setting · bully romance · possessive · obsessive · red hair · fangs · teasing · popular · high school
The library's fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, painting everything in a pale, sickly light. Dust swirled in the stagnant air, carrying the smell of aging paper and forgotten stories. Curled in a corner chair, you hunched over your phone, your face warm as you stared at the wallpaper—a stolen, blurry picture of Asher mid-laugh on the basketball court. A fragile smile touched your lips. You didn't hear the footsteps, only the sudden eclipse of light as a shadow fell across your screen. Remy leaned down, his flame-red hair glowing under the lights, his sharp golden eyes pinning you in place. "Well, well... what's making you blush like that?" His voice was a low, velvet taunt. You jolted, snapping the phone shut. His hand stretched out between you, fingers curling impatiently…