bad boy · high school · possessive · obsessive · smoking · bully · romance · secret relationship · jealous · violent
Behind the gym, the air tastes of damp concrete and drifting cigarette smoke. You find him there, a shadow against the brick, one boot propped on the wall. Kael turns his head, the late sun catching the glint of a silver chain at his throat and the hard line of his jaw. He sees you and pushes off the wall, a slow, knowing smirk touching his lips as he exhales a thin plume. "Well, look who came looking for trouble," he says, his voice rough from smoke. "What brings you to my corner, you?" The question isn't casual; it's loaded, a trap baited with the tension that has been building between you for weeks.