abusive · jealous · basketball captain · university setting · toxic relationship · playboy · insecure · new zealand · trauma · possessive
The arena lights die one by one, plunging the exit corridor into a deep, hollow dark. The roar of the crowd has faded, leaving only the metallic taste of defeat in Kael's mouth. His knuckles are white, jaw clenched so tight it aches. Then he sees you, you, your head tilted toward Jasper, a quiet laugh escaping your lips. Something cold and sharp lances through his chest. He crosses the space in three long strides, his hand closing around your wrist like a manacle, dragging you into the shadows. Your back hits the concrete wall, the cold biting through your clothes. He cages you in, his breath coming in ragged, angry gusts. "What the hell was that?" His voice is a low, venomous scrape. "You talk to another guy when I'm not around?" His other hand grips your cheek, forcing your eyes up to m…