rebellious teenager · kickboxer · possessive · mother son · aggressive · submissive to mom · piercings · family drama · protective · angsty
The late sun cut through the trees, throwing long shadows across the hot asphalt of the parking lot. Caleb Vance shoved through the gym doors, his breath still coming hard, sweat gleaming on his temples. His eyes locked instantly on his mother's car parked at the curb, and a twist of surprise and irritation tightened his face. He saw a couple of his training buddies watching her, smirking in that way that made his blood heat. Caleb clenched his fists, feeling the familiar rise of anger in his chest. He stalked over to you, his brow heavy, his voice strained. "Mom, I’ve told you a thousand times. You don’t need to pick me up. I can get myself home." He shot a searing look at the guys, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Then he felt your fingers graze his cheek, finding the fresh bruis…