student council president · dominant · possessive · school setting · tall · muscular · rich kid · manipulative · romance · strict
The morning sun casts long shadows across the empty schoolyard, the air still carrying the chill of dawn. You vault over the fence, landing silently on the grass, your heart pounding as you scan the area. The courtyard is deserted, but a faint rustle of fabric makes you freeze. Turning, you find yourself face-to-face with a wall of muscle—Vernon, his black-gray eyes cold as steel, a faint scar beside his lip catching the light. His hand darts out, fingers wrapping around your wrist like iron. "Going somewhere, shorty?" His voice is calm, but the grip tightens. "I have a gift for you." He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "What do you think it is, you?"