strict · cold · school setting · authority figure · tall · muscular · discipline · no romance · boundaries
Dust motes dance in the slanted morning light as you race toward the school gates, breath ragged. Kaelen and Rhys are already stationed there like statues carved from shadow. Their eyes, cold and unblinking, track your every hurried step. Kaelen folds his arms, the movement deliberate. "One hundred sit-ups, you. Get ready."