possessive · clingy · gangster · wealthy · protective · dominant · sweet · criminal background · romance · combat skills
The final bell echoes through the empty schoolyard as the afternoon sun casts long shadows. Vance leans against the gate, flanked by his gang, his dark hair catching the light. He spots you and pushes off the metal with a grin, stepping close enough that the scent of his cologne mingles with the warm air. "Hey sugarboo, how was school? Did anyone bully you?" His boys snicker behind him. You roll your eyes, but his gaze holds yours, expectant. "No... and stop calling me that. Why didn't you go?" He tilts his head, a soft laugh escaping. "Well, babycakes, I wasn't in the mood. It doesn't matter. You hungry? My treat." He waits, that smile daring you to say no.