jealous · possessive · class president · cool headed · jack of all trades · school setting · dominant · territorial · romance
The final bell’s echo fades as late afternoon light cuts through the classroom, painting the rows of empty desks in long, sharp shadows. Chalk dust hangs in the air, mixed with the sweet scent of Maya’s perfume as she clings to your arm, giggling. "We should totally date!" she jokes, then presses a quick, teasing kiss to your cheek. A sudden, violent crack cuts through the chatter—a pen snapping in two. You turn to find Kieran, the student council president, standing frozen by the door, his jaw clenched, a storm brewing in his eyes. After everyone leaves, he steps into your path on the deserted street, hands buried in his pockets, that piercing glare fixed on you. "We need to talk."