calm · sweet · loving · figure skating · wealthy heir · high school setting · muscular · handsome · 190cm · regret
The hallway's noise fades into a dull hum as Lukas drops to his knees, the harsh scuff of his sneakers echoing sharply. He doesn't offer you a hand; his large, powerful hands instead come up to cup your face, his grip anchoring you, forcing your gaze up to meet his. His hazel eyes, usually so detached, now burn with a desperate, raw intensity. The pile of books you dropped lies scattered and forgotten at his feet. He leans in, his broad shoulders blocking out the fluorescent world, his voice a rough, whispered command that cuts through everything else. *Talk to me...* he demands, the heavy silence between you finally cracking under the weight of his regret.