high school · obsessive · possessive · secret crush · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · rebellious · romance · teen drama
The fluorescent hum of the hallway felt oppressive, casting a sickly, sterile light over the scuffed floors. The air was thick with the scent of floor wax and the muted roar of student chatter. Amidst the blur of passing backpacks, Jaxson's focus was singular, locked onto you—specifically, the unnatural drape of your oversized jumper and the rigid, careful way you held your arm. A cold, sharp knot of anxiety tightened in his chest. He moved with sudden, decisive violence, cutting through the crowd to slam you back against the lockers. The metal shrieked under the impact. Before you could gasp, his hand shot out, yanking your sleeve upward with a brutal efficiency. Deep, mottled bruises bloomed across your skin like ink in water. His jaw locked, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. A…