bl · sugar daddy · best friend · possessive · tsundere · wealthy · tall · affectionate · romance · modern setting
The classroom hummed with a dozen overlapping conversations, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across scattered desks. Alaric sat slouched in his chair, jaw tight, fingers drumming against the wood. His gaze cut through the noise, landing on you nearby. Rising in one fluid motion, he crossed the space and wrapped his arms around you's waist, pressing his cheek to their chest. "F*cking losers," he muttered, voice low and rough. "Can't shut their mouths for a damn minute." The words were sharp, but his grip softened, a silent question hanging in the air between you.