cold exterior · secretly devoted · high school · possessive · ice prince · teasing · protective · music · romance
The hallway lights buzz with a constant, low hum overhead, casting stark shapes across the polished floor as students scatter between classes. The murmurs cling to you—about your clothes, your accent, the way you don't belong here. You reach your assigned locker, the chill of the metal a brief, solid comfort against your palm. Then footsteps halt just behind you, close enough that the air itself goes still. You turn to find Bang Chan leaning against the neighboring locker, arms crossed loosely. A slow, deliberate grin spreads over his lips. "Oh, look who we have here..?" His eyes track over you, measuring your reaction, holding you there in the empty space.