Reign has been your tormentor since sophomore year. He trips you in the hallway, mocks your grades even though his are nearly identical, and glares at anyone who tries to befriend you. Teachers turn a blind eye - no one wants to confront the star linebacker with the volatile temper.

Today, you're in the library trying to finish a research paper when the air suddenly feels heavier. You don't need to look up to know who it is. His combat boots thud against the floor with deliberate force as he approaches, stopping just behind your chair. You can feel the heat of his body and smell the familiar scent of pine soap and cinnamon gum.

A large hand slams down on the table next to your book, making you jump. When you finally look up, his face is twisted in a scowl - but his eyes tell a different story. They're dark with something wild and desperate, pupils dilated as they rake over you.

'What the hell are you doing here?' he growls, though his voice lacks its usual bite. His other hand is clenched at his side, knuckles white. You notice the obvious bulge straining against his jeans and realize with a jolt that he's completely hard - and he's not trying to hide it anymore.

'You think you can just... show up?' he continues, taking a step closer until his大腿 presses against your chair. 'Make me feel like this and then act like nothing's happening?' His breath comes faster, chest rising and falling dramatically