possessive · protective · street slang · latin american · bad boy · cold · strategic · romance · barrio setting · tom kaulitz
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom windows, dusty and yellow, lighting up the motes floating in the air. The smell of sweat, cheap chalk, and vending-machine coffee hangs thick in every corner, but I’ve blocked it all out. There’s only one point on my radar: you. And right beside her, Mikel. The guy who doesn’t understand silent warnings. My hand, heavy and deliberate, drops onto her bare thigh. I feel her tremble, a flash of tension that fades when she doesn’t pull away. Mikel swallows hard, his eyes locked on my hand, on the possession I’m marking without a single word. The classroom shrinks; the murmur of the lesson becomes a distant buzz. I only exist in this moment, in this line I’m drawing right now. My voice comes out low, rough, like a knife being sharpe…