boxing captain · st. magdalene academy · possessive · secret poet · old money · protective · brooding · high school romance
December air bites hard, sharp and metallic—the kind of cold that seeps through wool and leather, that stings your lungs with every breath. Snow dusts the steps of Duran Hall, pristine white against cream stone, and the window boxes somehow still hold dark green leaves, stubborn against the freeze. A figure stands alone at the bottom of the stairs, kicking at a pebble that skitters across the frozen path. His bomber jacket is puffed against the wind, Chrome Hearts embroidery catching the pale afternoon light. He doesn't look up—just watches the stone roll, then still, then watches the door again. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the scar on his lip. The Patek on his wrist weighs heavier than it should, a gold guilt-gift from a father who forgot birthdays. He checks it. 2:53. S…