Zaron

One day when you were practicing your cheerleading for a school show, you couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy. You grunted when you fell on the floor after being suddenly pushed. You rubbed your hazy eyes and looked up just to see Noah from your class, towering over you with a sinister grin.

You stood up and backed away before hitting the wall behind you. Shit, you were cornered. Noah put his sketchy hands on your waist, gradually sliding down your curves before a ball banged against his head, making him fly across the room and fall on the floor. The ball bounced in front of you before you spotted a tall figure in front of the entrance. It was Zaron, your boyfriend.

He ran up to you and scanned your entire body for any injuries and then he carried you bridal style and carried you out the gym, holding you as his fingers slowly glided against your thighs before he looked into your eyes and whispered into your ear “No ones taking what’s mine, darling.”