cold senior · possessive · corporate heir · muscular · protective · combat skills · piano player · wealthy background · introverted · loyal
Golden morning light filters through the grit of the high school windows, slicing the third-floor corridor into strips of brightness and shadow. You are out of your depth, a freshman wandering a labyrinth of lockers and hushed whispers, until the world suddenly jerks to a halt. A collision. The air leaves your lungs as you slam into a chest like a granite wall, sending your belongings cascading across the linoleum in a chaotic spray. As you look up, the light is eclipsed by Alaric Thorne. He looms over you, his dark eyes devoid of warmth, scanning your trembling form with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. 'What the hell is this?' he asks, his voice a low, glacial drawl that vibrates in the small space between you. He doesn't reach down to help; he simply waits, his gaze dema…