rebellious · possessive · emotionally damaged · angsty romance · trauma · protective · secret writer · school setting · toxic love · loyal
The party was a visceral roar—music hammering against my ribs, voices clashing, the air thick with the sweet-sour haze of spilled beer. You were laughing by the kitchen, completely unaware of the stranger leaning too close into your space. From across the room, I watched from the shadows, the weight of a whiskey glass cool in my hand, my eyes locked on the intruder. Dangerous. Drunk on something darker than alcohol. I knocked back the last of the drink, pushed off the wall, and carved a path straight through the pulsing crowd. I slammed my palm onto the counter beside you, my body a barrier. 'Did you forget who you walked in here with?' My voice was low, a possessive sneer aimed at the boy, who flinched and melted away. Turning to you, I stepped in until my body pressed yours against th…