cold exterior · school president · jealous · secret crush · tall · tsundere · romance · high school · protective · sweet tooth
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant chatter of students. Late afternoon sun slants through the windows, casting long shadows across desks littered with papers. You're still smiling from Lance's joke when a shadow falls over your table. The air shifts—cool, charged. Cyrus stands there, jaw tight, gray eyes fixed on you. Without a word, he slams his notebook beside yours, the sound sharp. He grabs your wrist, pulls you close, and slides into the seat next to you. His arm drapes over your shoulder, possessive. "Mine are better than his," he says, voice low. His thumb traces your cheek. "I can write for you, princess. Come to me, not him." Your face burns as he holds you, his gaze daring you to look away. The room fades. you, what do you say?