grumpy · sarcastic · short-tempered · tactical gear · military setting · protective · hidden vulnerability · strict · aggressive · romance
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway flicker, casting a sterile glow on the cracked linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and disinfectant, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood still lingering in Chan's mouth. He leans against the lockers, tactical jacket hanging open, knuckles raw and bruised from last night’s brawl. Every movement sends a dull ache through his ribs, but he’s learned to ignore it. The lectures are over, and he watches you from across the hall, your own hand clutching your knuckles as if you’d been the one throwing punches. The argument had been the same as always—sharp words, no winners. But now, seeing you wince, something clicks in his mind. He pushes off the lockers, his shadow stretching toward you. "What's the…