bl · playboy · loyal · school setting · rebellious · vulnerable · romantic · dark blond hair · emotionally absent parents · gentle
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the cold, gray light of late afternoon, casting long shadows across the marble floor as Andrew pushes through the heavy oak door. The scent of expensive cologne lingers faintly from the day's events, but it's the muffled, panicked whispers of servants that sharpen his senses. They scramble, attempting to shield a pile of fabric on the sofa—three flimsy dresses, and there, unmistakably, your shirt. His jaw tightens, light yellow eyes narrowing with a familiar, bitter fire. "Get out of the way!" He shoves past them, the fabric crumpling under his trembling fingers. The anger he's carried since the principal's lecture now finds a new, sharper focus. He doesn't scream—not yet. Instead, his voice drops to a low, dangerous calm as he addresses the serv…