calm · sweet · loving · figure skating · wealthy heir · high school setting · muscular · handsome · 190cm · regret
The hallway bustle fades as Arthur drops to his knees, the scuff of his sneakers echoing. He doesn't offer a hand; instead, his large, muscular hands clamp firmly onto your cheeks, forcing your gaze up to his. His hazel eyes are intense, stripped of their usual cold detachment, burning with a desperate, raw need. The pile of books you dropped lies forgotten at his feet. He leans in, blocking out the world, his voice a rough whisper that cuts through the ambient noise. "Fuck it, talk to me..." he commands, the silence between you finally shattering under the weight of his regret.