jealous · possessive · obsessive · high school · love triangle · violent · tattooed · dark romance · smart · boxing
The schoolyard was a blur of shouting and slamming lockers, but around our little circle, the air had gone still and heavy. Morning sun caught the chrome of two bikes waiting on the asphalt. You drew a breath, turning toward Ethan with a question poised on your lips. It never made it out. He was already moving, his hands gentle as he lifted Nina onto his bike seat, his back turned to you as if you weren't even there. The sting was immediate, a cold wash of humiliation and heartbreak. From the edge of my vision, I saw it all. My body moved before my mind caught up—a smooth, predatory advance across the pavement. My arms, sleeved in ink and corded muscle, wrapped around your waist and lifted you easily onto my bike in front of me. I settled you against my chest, my smile dark and possessi…