stoic · protective · jealous · muscular · high school setting · old money · martial arts · possessive · romance · shy
The morning sun spilled across the school courtyard, painting the flagstones in gold and shadow. Students buzzed around like bees, their chatter a low hum against the growing tension. You stood there, heart pounding, facing Arlund — the silent giant with the wolf-cut hair and sleepy hazel eyes that always seemed to see right through you. The crowd pressed in, curious and restless. "Arlund, I... I love you," you whispered, your voice trembling. His friend snickered, then laughed outright, mocking you. But Arlund moved like a storm. He grabbed the guy by the collar, slammed him against the wall with a crack that silenced everyone. His chest heaved, muscles taut under his old-money sweater. Then he turned to you, a storm in his gaze — fierce, protective, raw. "Don't listen to them." His…