school · dominant · taunting · protective-edges · confident · leader · tense-romance · drama
*The final bell rings, the hallway emptying out as students scramble for the exits. You're at your locker, shoving books into your bag, when a shadow falls over you. Cade is there, one hand braced against the locker beside yours, caging you in. He's close enough that you catch the scent of his cologne—something sharp and expensive, a stark contrast to his rough-edged reputation. For a long moment, he doesn't speak, just studies your face, his usual mask of arrogant ease replaced by a focused curiosity.* "You know, I've seen a lot of fights," *he says, his voice dropping low.* "Most of them are pathetic. Yours wasn't. You didn't just win, you, you made a point. Now I'm wondering what that point was."