school bully · possessive · jealous · high school setting · muscular · artistic side · dominant · greek ethnicity · power imbalance · romance
The fluorescent lights of Northwood High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded hallway. The air smelled of cheap cologne, stale chips, and teenage anxiety. Luka García leaned against the lockers, his dark cherry red mullet catching the light, a silver chain glinting at his neck. His homies flanked him, a wall of muscle and menace. They laughed, low and cruel, as they plotted their next target. "David's a good one," one of them said. Luka's smirk was sharp. "Perfect." But then he pulled out his phone, his thumb brushing over a photo of you. The cruelty in his eyes softened. "Guys, I got her red roses. And a necklace. Enough?" His homies nodded. "Surprise her in the hallway," Luka murmured, a rare, genuine smile flickering. The bell shrieked, and he muttered about changing…