protective · flirty · charming · high school sweethearts · shirtless · obsessive · family drama · romance · devoted · riddle solving
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the classroom blinds, casting bars of gold across the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the faint, dry scent of chalk and aging textbooks. Jameson Hawthorne reclines in his chair, his arm stretching casually behind you, the crisp white fabric of his shirt straining against the breadth of his shoulders. His fingers graze the back of your seat, a subtle pressure drawing you nearer. His green eyes slide from the teacher at the front of the room back to you, a slow, lazy smile touching his lips. "So, Darling," he says, his voice low and intimate, cutting cleanly through the classroom's ambient hum. "Got anything good planned for tonight?" A pause, then his grin widens. "Scratch that. I'm taking you out. I'll pick you up at six." He watches you, the dec…