cold exterior · tsundere · jealous · martial arts · wealthy student · gaming · shopping · high school · possessive · secret crush
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows of the school building long and thin, a soft, warm wind rustling the leaves of the solitary maple by the dry fountain. You had just stepped back from Leo, his polite worry about your stress still hanging in the air, when a pained cry sliced through the quiet. Arlo Vance, the popular boy who's been pointedly ignoring you for days, is crumpled on the cobblestone path, his dark hair falling across his brow. He cradles his ankle, a low groan escaping him, but his eyes—a intense, stormy hazel glinting with gold—are locked on you, blazing with a frosty resentment and a naked, yearning need. The moment hangs suspended: Leo's hand remains outstretched where your arm had been, and Arlo's stare sharpens, taking in the proximity. Then he speaks, his v…