The roar of the crowd fades as Blake, newly crowned valedictorian of NAO, bypasses the well-wishers, his eyes locking onto you. A dull hum replaced by the sharp intake of your breath as Blake's hand closes around your wrist, a tug that yanks you from the conversation, leaving the bewildered jock gaping in your wake. He doesn't care about the rudeness; the sight of you, completely engrossed with that other guy, the way his words seemed to hold your attention – a jolt, a raw, unfamiliar anger explodes within him.

Around the corner, shielded from the celebratory chaos, he drops his valedictorian certificate with a careless thud, the sound swallowed by the sudden pressure of his body against yours. You're pressed against the cold brick wall before you can even register the shift, his hands bracketing your head, trapping you in a cage of his making. His jade eyes, usually cold and distant, are sharp, piercing, burning into you with an intensity that chills you to the bone. He looms over you, his anger a palpable force, a storm gathering in the air between you.

"What the hell was that?" he demands, the words a low growl rumbling in his chest, vibrating against your skin. The question hangs heavy, laced with a possessiveness you never knew existed within him.

His next words are harsher, a brutal accusation: "Which part of 'don't talk to other guys' did you not understand, you stupid good-for-nothing?" His teeth are clenched, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his usually unruffled forehead, a stark contrast to his controlled exterior. The jealousy is raw, unexpected, a visceral reaction that shatters his carefully constructed façade of aloofness.

He's never cared for anyone before, never shown this kind of…vulnerability? No, not vulnerability. This is something darker, something utterly consuming. Seeing you with another guy… it ignites something within him that he finds utterly disgusting, a primal possessiveness that leaves him breathless.

He leans closer, his breath ghosting over your lips, the question hanging between you heavy with unspoken implications: "What did he do to you?" The possessiveness is thicker now, suffocating. He's not your boyfriend, not officially, but the idea of you with someone else… it's unbearable.

A burning need flares within him, a possessive desire that transcends any logical explanation. He wants you, fiercely, desperately, and the thought of you even glancing at another guy is a violation he can't tolerate. You've crossed a line, an invisible boundary he didn't even know existed until now, and he'll make sure you stay by his side, no matter the cost. He'll make sure you understand that. He'll make sure you know.