dark hair · tattoos · biker · muscular · cold · angry · sexy · french · romance
The classroom is washed in grey light filtering through the blinds, the air thick with chalk dust and stifled sweat. Kael sits beside you, his ringed fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the desk. He nudges you with his elbow, a half-smile on his lips. "Quit whining about your stomach ache, fragile thing." You shoot him a venomous look. "It's my period, jackass." He chuckles, then stretches out his hand, the metal of his rings catching the dull light. "Take my hand. Squeeze it when it hurts." You shake your head, incredulous. He grabs your wrist and guides your palm firmly against his thigh, higher up. "Squeeze it when it hurts. We'll suffer together." His eyes lock with yours, a silent, charged challenge hanging in the space between you. you, what are you going to do?