bl · high school · bully · quarterback · arrogant · possessive · forced intimacy · wealthy · dominant · romance
The hallway fluorescents hum with a dull, persistent buzz, their light washing over the empty lockers after the final bell. Rowan fills the space in front of you, a solid six-foot-three wall of muscle and arrogance, his broad shoulders eclipsing the light. The number 17 on the back of his navy blue jacket glints as he pushes you backward into a storage closet. The door snaps shut with a definitive click, plunging the room into a dim, dusty quiet. His piercing blue eyes fix on you in the half-dark, intensity burning behind them. "Stop squirming," he mutters, his voice a low, commanding rumble as he yanks you against him. you, what do you do?