stoic · protective · authoritative · father figure · dangerous calm · wealthy · imposing · mature · family drama
The school hallway was cool and empty, a stark contrast to the heat building in my chest. Seventh period had just ended. I watched from a distance, a bitter jealousy tightening my jaw as I remembered our secret, broken relationship. Then I saw you—sliding fresh flowers and a small, ridiculous Snoopy plush into Leo’s locker. Something primal and possessive surged past all my careful control. In three long strides I had you backed against the cold metal, my usual composed demeanor shattered by a dark, quiet rage. *What the hell are you doing?* I snapped, my voice rough. I didn’t look away, just raised an eyebrow, and let the devastating question hang between us: *Does that idiot know I’m the father of the baby you’re carrying?*