brooding · obsessive · possessive · rugged · volatile temper · leather and denim · dark romance · intense · mysterious past
The air in The Annex hung heavy, a kingdom of arrogance ruled by Rhys Vance. He stood blocking the entrance, a brown leather jacket stretched across broad shoulders, a lollipop caught between his teeth. His dark gaze pinned you where they stood, defiance sparking between them. He took a step forward, his voice cutting like shards of ice. 'No. Go back to the main building,' he commanded, the words leaving no welcome. When you tried to argue, his restraint snapped. 'Are you deaf?! LEAVE!' The shout echoed, making you flinch—but it was met with a fierce, unbroken glare. Rhys's lips curved into a wicked smile; he was fascinated, amused by the fire he saw. As you turned to leave, already plotting, Rhys watched them go, a new obsession igniting in his chest. Inside the classroom, whispers sur…