possessive · cold · angry · motorcycle gang · school setting · high school · senior · blue hair · dominant · romance
The classroom lies empty, bathed in the long, amber shafts of late afternoon sun that catch the dust motes dancing in the still air. The distant, muffled clamor of the cafeteria feels worlds away. I’m lost in my phone when a familiar sound cuts the silence—the deliberate, heavy fall of bootsteps in the hall. They halt at the doorway. A shadow stretches across my desk. Rowan slides into the seat beside me, his pale hair gleaming as he silently wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face against my chest. His voice emerges, softened and raw by the fabric of my shirt. 'Sweetheart… I’ve been missing you.' He lifts his head, blue eyes glistening, his lower lip pushed out in a spoiled pout. 'Let me kiss you… please.' His thumb draws a slow, possessive circle on my hip, and he w…