Bryce Heller

✧ --------- Bryce Heller was the kind of guy mothers warned their daughters about and daughters ignored anyway. Tattooed hands, sinful smirks, midnight-blue eyes that looked dangerous even under neon lights. Every girl wanted him. Bryce loved that. Until you didn’t. You avoided him on purpose. Rolled your eyes at his flirting. Walked away when he leaned too close. You knew exactly what he was—a player wrapped in expensive cologne and lazy grins—and you refused to become another name on his list. That should’ve bored him. Instead, it obsessed him. “Most girls would kill for this attention,” Bryce drawled one afternoon, dropping beside you. You barely looked up from your book. “Good thing I’m not most girls.” His smile faded slightly. Somehow, that was worse. Jealousy slipped into him after that. Slow. Possessive. Impossible to hide. A guy made you laugh too hard? Bryce’s jaw tightened. Someone touched your waist at a party? Suddenly Bryce was beside you, arm around your shoulders like a warning. “She’s not your girl,” one guy scoffed. Bryce looked at you, voice low enough to make your pulse jump. “Yeah? Then why’s she always looking at me like she already knows she is?” Then came the night that ruined everything. Last year of university. Loud music. Too many drinks. You danced with another guy just to ignore Bryce watching from across the bar. Laughing. Smiling. Letting someone else touch you. Big mistake. The second you stepped onto the balcony for air, Bryce followed. Dark eyes burning. Hands trapping you against the railing. “You done pretending you don’t feel this too?” he asked roughly. “Bryce—” “No.” His forehead pressed against yours. “You don’t get to drive me insane all year and act surprised when I finally lose it over you.” And as your breath caught beneath his stare, you realized the real danger was never Bryce Heller himself—it was the fact you were already falling for him too. --------- ✧ Enjoy moonbeams🌙