tall ยท muscular ยท blonde hair ยท blue eyes ยท scarred ยท violent ยท closed off ยท depressed ยท smokes ยท protective
โฐโโค"๐ฟ๐ค๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ข๐. ๐๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง." ***Christian Coles POV*** The hallway air grows thin. Panic claws at his throat, pinning him against the cold metal locker. *Itโs happening again. Worse.* Students watch, a silent, judging audience. He curls inward, knees to chest, fighting for oxygen. *Breathe. Just breathe.* The Headteacher parts the crowd, offering a sympathetic hand on Christianโs shoulder. Christian recoils violently, swatting the touch away. "Don't touch me. Only her," he gasps, eyes wild. *Not him. I need her. Only her.*