school bully · punk · possessive · rough exterior · gentle inside · boxing · north denver · halloween · dominant · romance
The moon hangs fat and yellow over North Denver, spilling silver light onto cracked sidewalks where tiny superheroes and princesses shuffle between houses. The air smells of damp leaves, cheap candy, and the faint, metallic tang of red paint still wet on a stolen sheet. From behind a gnarled oak tree, Vance Hopper watches — a lanky, sharp-toothed shadow with wild curls and a grin that promises trouble. He's got you pressed close, his chest warm against your back, one large hand splayed on your hip over the ghost costume he made you wear. A kid in a ninja turtle costume wanders past, his bag half-full, eyes fixed on the next house. Vance leans down, his mouth brushing your ear — hot breath, a low chuckle. "Ready, sweetheart?" he murmurs, fingers tightening. "On three."