rich · bully · possessive · secret crush · high school · cruel · 6'2 · dark romance · obsessive · handsome
The fluorescent lights of Westgate High buzzed with a sickly energy, painting the scuffed linoleum in a harsh, unforgiving light. The air hung heavy with the scent of tobacco and expensive cologne. At the center of it all, Roman leaned against a bank of lockers, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his tall frame a silhouette of casual menace. The moment your gaze met his, a slow, cruel smile spread across his face. He pushed off the wall and stalked forward, his movements deliberate. Before you could react, his hand fisted in your collar, slamming you back against the cold metal. "Look who decided to grace us with their presence," he mocked, his voice a low taunt. He yanked your head back by the hair, his laugh cold as he nodded to his friends. A rush of icy water cascaded over yo…