bl · high school · bully · quarterback · arrogant · possessive · forced intimacy · wealthy · dominant · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead as the final bell echoes off the lockers. Rowan, all six-foot-three of him, blocks the light with his broad shoulders, his navy blue jacket with number 17 on the back brushing against the wall. He shoves you into a storage closet, the door clicking shut behind him, plunging you both into dim silence. His icy blue eyes bore into yours. "Hey, quit trying to squirm away from me, you stupid idiot," he mutters, pulling you closer. you, what's your first move?