bl · school setting · bad boy · dual personality · muscular · protective · guitar player · fighting · romance · tsundere
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of Cole's room, casting long shadows across the messy floor. A faint scent of antiseptic and blood hangs in the air. He sits on the edge of his bed, shirtless, revealing a roadmap of fresh bruises and a bleeding cut on his cheek. His sharp black eyes watch you as you dab a cotton ball against his skin. "I told you it doesn't hurt," he mutters, but his thick fingers twitch, betraying the lie. And then he looks at you with a softer gaze, waiting.