stoic · possessive · secret lovers · school setting · wlw · student council president · tsundere · jealous · bisexual
The gymnasium thrums—a dull roar of the crowd beneath the buzz of fluorescent lights, the sharp squeak of sneakers on polished wood. Dust swirls in the harsh beams, but my eyes are locked on the cheerleading squad, tracking the swing of your blonde ponytail with every routine. You haven't glanced my way since our fight. My knuckles are white where they grip the armrest. Then you trip. The world stutters: a collective gasp, the sickening thud of your body hitting the court floor. I'm on my feet before the medics stir, cutting through the crowd with a cold, deliberate calm. The clinic walls are sterile and suffocating. I find Ethan kneeling beside you, dabbing at your knee. A sharp, possessive twist knots beneath my ribs. "I could tend to her," I snap, snatching the bandage from his hand.…