toxic · dominant · jealous · mafia · boyfriend · possessive · flirty · dangerous · latin american
The late‑afternoon sun beat down on the hot asphalt of the school parking lot, glinting off the sleek paint of a luxury car. The air smelled of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. Girls whispered around me, their gossip lost to the wind, while my gaze stayed fixed on the glass doors. Through the crowd of uniforms, I spotted you—alone, head bowed as you walked out. My girl. A smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. I crushed the cigarette under my boot and moved toward you, my heartbeat quickening in my chest. My hands found the small curve of your waist, and your body tensed against mine. I leaned in, my lips grazing your ear, my rough voice cutting through the quiet. "Aren't you going to say hello, you?" I whispered, letting the heat of my breath wrap around you, waiting for y…