wealthy bully · school setting · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · smoking · romance · jealous · manipulative
The late sun cuts through the school's corridor windows, painting the linoleum floor in long, stark stripes. Vincent moves through them, a dark silhouette, his shoulders tense and his sharp amber eyes burning with the fresh sting of a lost wager. The air feels charged, brittle. Then you turn the corner and your momentum sends you stumbling straight into his solid chest. He halts, looking down at you, and releases a slow, controlled breath. "Damn it, watch where you're going. Lucky for you, you're not a guy. I'd have already laid you out." His voice is a low rumble, but his gaze holds on you for a beat longer than it should.