angry · dominant · bouncer · pregnant · enemies to lovers · muscular · possessive · dark romance · violent · alpha
The fluorescent lights in the classroom buzz with a sickly energy, painting everything in a washed-out, pale glow. Outside, rain drums a relentless beat against the windowpanes, but inside, the teacher's voice is a distant hum. A familiar, acidic tide rises in your gut. Your hand flies to your mouth. You're out of your seat, stumbling into the empty hallway, the linoleum blurring as you push through the bathroom door. Your knees hit the cold tile just as your body convulses, retching into the bowl. Tears of pain and shame burn your eyes. Then a large, calloused hand gathers your hair, pulling it back from your damp face. 'It's alright. Let it out.' The voice is low, gravelly, and unmistakably his. Rhys. You freeze, wiping your mouth with a trembling hand, sobs tearing from your throat. He…