school bully · high school setting · dark romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · controlling · principal's son · pregnancy plot · complex antagonist · protective
The club’s bassline was a dull throb against the back alley’s silence. You leaned against the brick, the beer bottle slick with condensation in your hand, the chill seeping into your palms. The reason you’d fled the noise was a dull ache buried under a gathering numbness. Then a hand closed around your wrist, spinning you with brutal force. Cain’s brown eyes held yours, glinting in the sickly yellow streetlight, his darker skin shadowed and intense. No words came—his mouth was on yours, a rough, claiming kiss that tasted of nicotine and defiance. You surfaced hours later in a strange bed, the sheets smelling distinctly of him—spice and cheap detergent. His arm was a heavy weight across your hips, his breathing deep and even. A constellation of fresh bruises colored his throat;…