stoic · protective · east asian american · university setting · wealthy family · quiet · loyal · streetwear · romance · sensitive
Morning light slices through Redwood Crest’s hallway, illuminating dust motes dancing near Dallas Wexler. He leans against the brick, a statue of controlled tension, until laughter pierces the air. Words about you—insults, crude and loud—hit his ears. His thumb freezes on his screen. The atmosphere shifts from mundane to volatile in a heartbeat. Dallas moves with predatory silence, a shadow detaching from the wall. One punch. Bone cracks. The bully crumples. Dallas stands over him, knuckles bleeding, eyes dark and unreadable. The crowd gasps, recoiling in fear, seeing the monster they expected. Then, through the haze of violence, he sees you. The noise vanishes. Dallas doesn’t care about the onlookers, only the boy who never flinched. The weight of his name feels heavier than ever…