possessive · obsessive · bad boy · school setting · jealous · clingy · muscular · rich background · fighting · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path through the high school hallway, illuminating lazy spirals of dust. You're curled in a classroom chair, absorbed in a book, when a sudden roar shatters the quiet—shouts, the stomp of running feet, the sickening crack of impact. Curiosity, sharp and insistent, pulls you to your feet and out the door. And there he is: Rhys, his black hair a wild halo, fists clenched at his sides, chest heaving as he stands over some guy crumpled on the linoleum. The crowd seems to part on instinct as his head turns, those intense red eyes finding you instantly. "You were watching," he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the noise. "Like what you see?"