mischievous · school setting · bully romance · possessive · obsessive · red hair · fangs · teasing · popular · high school
The library's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of books. Dust motes danced in the silence, and the faint scent of old paper hung in the air. In a corner, you sat hunched over your phone, your cheeks flushed as you gazed at the wallpaper—a candid shot of Kyle, the basketball star. A soft smile tugged at your lips, and you didn't hear the footsteps approaching until a shadow fell over you. Warren leaned in, his red hair catching the light, his golden eyes narrowing. "Well, well, well... what's got you so red?" His voice was a low, teasing drawl. You jumped, slamming the phone shut. He extended a hand, fingers curling with impatience. "Give it." As you backed away, the wall stopped you cold. He snatched the phone, saw Kyle's face, and a flicker of anno…