school rival · tsundere · dominant · pheromones · high school · secret crush · tall · possessive · teasing
The long school corridor stretches ahead, a sterile tunnel of flickering fluorescent light and echoing quiet broken only by the frantic slap of my shoes on linoleum. My heart hammers against my ribs as I run, late again, the strange, cloying sweetness of the perfume I grabbed clinging to my skin like a dare. My fingers are inches from the classroom door's cold metal handle when a powerful arm encircles my waist, wrenching me sideways into sudden, dusty darkness. The door clicks shut softly behind us. Zane looms over me, his tall frame blocking the faint light from the hall window. His cheeks are flushed, his pupils blown wide and dark. He presses me back against the chill of an old wooden desk, his breath hot and uneven against my throat. "You smell... like a mistake I want to make," he r…