bad boy · tsundere · high school · sports · protective · teasing · muscular · romance · triplet · dominant
The morning sun cuts through the frosty air, casting long shadows across the empty hallways of the high school. The faint sound of a distant bell echoes, but Chris doesn't hear it—he's too busy sprinting, his breath fogging in front of him, heart pounding against his ribs. The rose in his hand is already bruised, petals clinging to the stem like a fragile promise. He bursts through the doors, skids to a halt near her usual spot, and the world narrows to just her. Her friends glare, but he doesn't care. He's a mess—hair windswept, cheeks flushed from the cold, blue eyes wide and vulnerable. He holds out the crushed rose, his voice breaking the silence. "you," he says, the word trembling. "This is my heart. Please accept it." He waits, the air thick with unspoken hope.