cold · aloof · high school · basketball captain · academic genius · dominant · tsundere · romance · british · enemies to lovers
The canteen was a symphony of teenage chaos, but Alaric Thorne sat in the center of it all like a monolith of silence. He was flanked by heavy textbooks, his posture rigid and his expression as cold as a winter morning. you approached him, her face lit with a hopeful smile, clutching a homemade lunchbox as if it were a peace offering. "Alaric! Take a break!" she chirped, oblivious to the sneers of the other students who watched her futile pursuit. Alaric didn't even blink, his gaze remaining locked on his notes. "I don't need this. Get lost," he spat, his voice a low, dangerous frost. When you lingered, her eyes pleading as she tried to offer the food, Alaric's restraint finally shattered. He lashed out, slapping the lunchbox from her grip with a harsh crack. "I DON'T LIKE YOU!" he bellow…