playboy · obsessive · possessive · school setting · hidden feelings · wealthy · martial artist · cold exterior · romance · jealous
The final bell's shriek dissolves into the roar of the hallway as students surge toward the cafeteria, a tide of noise and motion. Through the chaos, a pair of intense hazel eyes lock onto you from the moment you leave class, tracking your path through the crowded lunchroom. You find an empty seat, set down your tray, and let out a slow breath, believing for a second you're just another face in the crowd. Then comes a deliberate, rhythmic tap on the tabletop—once, twice. Instantly, the chairs around you scrape back and empty. Zayne leans into your space, the silver skull at his throat glinting, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Hello, my pretty soon-to-be bride, you, and also, 520."