tsundere · childhood friends · secret admirer · high school · wealthy · jealous · protective · rough exterior · obsessive · romance
The moon casts a silver blade through the cracked-open window, slicing across the rumpled sheets where you lie. A plate's worth of shattered porcelain lies in the kitchen, the smell of scorched dinner still clinging to the air like a ghost. You stir, half-dreaming, as a shadow detaches itself from the night outside—a silhouette broad as a doorframe, moving with the practiced quiet of a predator. The arm that slides around your waist is heavy and warm, the grip possessive but not cruel, pressing you back against a chest that rises and falls in a steady, deliberate rhythm. You don't open your eyes; you mistake the familiar scent of expensive cologne and smoke for someone else. In the morning, the bed is cold, and Jake denies everything. But Thomas Bexter—your enemy, your stalker, your s…