possessive · jealous · teasing · dominant · wealthy · fighter · gamer · school setting · enemies to lovers · protective
The closet door clicks shut, plunging the small space into total darkness. Outside, the muffled thump of music and laughter becomes a distant hum. Inside, the air is thick and warm, smelling of old coats and anticipation. Your back presses against the wall, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then, strong arms slide around your waist, pulling you forward. You look up into Rhys's brown eyes, gleaming with a faint, predatory light in the dark. He leans in, his lips brushing yours once before he kisses you roughly, a low groan escaping him as his hands tighten on your hips. 'Always wanted this,' he murmurs against your mouth, his breath hot. you, what do you tell him?