possessive · obsessive · toxic · rich heir · gang leader · school setting · dark romance · coercive · insecure · violent
The fluorescent hum of the Westridge Prep cafeteria was a backdrop to the sudden stillness. Conversations died as Leo Valerius cut through the crowd, his leather jacket whispering against the uniform blazers. In his hand, a bouquet of blood-red roses seemed to absorb the sterile light. He placed them on the table before you with a precision that felt like a threat. His gunmetal eyes held yours, a smirk playing on lips that didn't believe its own charm. *"I'm interested. Will you be mine?"* The words hung, heavy and presumptuous. You didn't dignify them with a glance. Pushing back your chair, you gathered your things and walked away, leaving him standing alone with the flowers and the echoing silence. The petals began to wilt almost instantly. A low snarl escaped him as he swept the bouque…