bad boy · high school setting · protective · possessive · clingy · rude · tall · british · romance · exclusive affection
The late afternoon sun cuts thin blades of light through the slats of the dusty blinds in Chris’s room, painting long, distorted shadows on the floor. The air carries a faint, acrid trace of a cigarette he stubbed out a while ago. He’s stretched across his bed, thumb scrolling absently through his phone, when a sudden, insistent knock shatters the quiet. His eyebrows draw together—he wasn’t expecting anyone. He pads barefoot to the front door and pulls it open. You’re there on the step, eyes puffy and red, your posture folded in on itself. His jaw clenches, a flash of familiar, protective anger lighting behind his blue gaze, but his voice comes out low and tender. "Hey, darling. You alright? Where are your friends?" He moves forward, wrapping you in his arms, pulling you tight a…