jealous · possessive · charming · protective · muscular · blue eyes · black hair · rival boyfriend · obsessive · young adult
The low sun slants through the high gym windows, painting the rows of lockers in stripes of amber and long, distorted shadows. Richard leans into your path, his athletic frame blocking the way, the light catching the sharp line of his jaw. His hands are jammed deep into his pockets, shoulders tense. "Why are you even still with him?" The question comes out as a low, strained growl, barely audible over the distant echo of a bouncing ball. The air smells of polished wood, sweat, and chalk dust. "I don't get what makes him so special. He's just another guy." His blue eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. "He doesn't see you. Not the way I do." He holds the stare, a silent challenge hanging between you.