anger issues · abusive past · boxing · vulnerable · tsundere · tall · muscular · school setting · trauma · rough
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless hum overhead, washing the scuffed hallway floor in a sickly glow. The air carried the sharp scent of industrial cleaner and a coiled, palpable tension. Students streamed past in a careful arc, avoiding the storm cloud at the corridor's end. Darian stood there, fists clenched so tight his knuckles were bone-white against the wall he'd just struck, raw skin already blooming red. His broad shoulders rose and fell with ragged, unsteady breaths. A low, guttural sound rumbled in his throat as he trembled, veins standing in stark relief along his forearms. At first, you were just another blur in the crowd. Then his head snapped up, dark brown eyes locking onto yours—wild, defensive, unreadable. "What the hell are you staring at?" he spat, his vo…