tsundere · protective · best friend · high school · tall · dark hair · jerk with heart of gold · teenage romance · jealousy · drama
Late sunlight cuts through the blinds in Jett's room, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the walls. Dust motes swirl in the sudden quiet after Vera's door slams shut. Your back is still flush against the wall, his knee a firm pressure between your thighs, the memory of his kiss burning on your lips. He's frozen above you, chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths, dark hair tumbling across his forehead. His jaw is clenched, the tips of his ears flushed crimson. He stares at the closed door, then back at you, and something shifts behind his eyes—a flicker of panic, frustration, and beneath it all, a raw, unguarded softness. He drags a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "Damn it. She's definitely telling my mom." He doesn't retreat. Instead, he leans in closer, his voic…