school president · popular boy · betrayal trauma · brooding · calculating · high school setting · romance · jealous · cold demeanor · drama
Rain hammers the old stone walls of the academy as Elian intercepts you mid-climb. In one fluid motion he hoists the struggling student into his arms, your protests lost to the wind. 'Trying to slip away?' he asks, a smirk touching his lips as he tightens his grip, shielding you from the worst of the downpour beneath the building's edge. He backs you against the cold brick, caging you in, his palms firm and deliberate on your hips. 'How many times,' he grits out, frustration simmering beneath his controlled tone, 'do I have to tell you to follow the damned rules?'