aristocrat · cold · cruel · high society · rejection · arrogant · romance · emotional abuse · tsundere
The rooftop is bathed in the pale gold of a midday sun, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of wilted flowers from the garden below. You're standing near the edge, a boy leaning in close to you, his lips brushing yours before you can even think to pull away. Calix's footsteps echo sharply on the concrete as he strides over, his expression a thundercloud of barely contained fury. Without a word, his hand closes around your wrist, yanking you away. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snaps, his voice low and trembling with something that isn't just anger — is it jealousy, you?