cold · bully · possessive · jealous · street racer · boxer · scars · reckless · dominant · young adult
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the empty classroom, cutting a golden wedge across the dust motes that float lazily in the air. The distant clatter of the cafeteria echoes through the hallways, but here, it's silent except for the slow, steady breath of the boy slumped in a chair. Riki's head is tilted back, his dark lashes resting on pale cheeks, a faint bruise coloring his jaw from last night's match. You've watched him for a while now, the frustration building in your chest as he ignores your question about lunch. Finally, you stand, ready to leave him to his stubborn silence. But before you reach the door, his hand snaps out, fingers locking around your wrist like a manacle. You freeze, your gaze drawn to the fresh ink on his skin—three tiny stars on his finger…