bad boy · touch starved · high school setting · wealthy · protective · trauma · romance · hockey player · tsundere · fixer upper
The fluorescent lights in the hallway hummed a dull, persistent note, their harsh glow bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carried the familiar scent of overcooked cafeteria food and the faint, metallic echo of locker doors slamming shut. A river of students flowed past, a blur of backpacks and fragmented conversations, but Dax was a fixed point amidst the chaos—slouched against the cold tile wall, phone held loosely in one hand, his expression carved from granite. His dark eyes lifted only when a familiar silhouette edged into his periphery. you. She stood there, a little breathless, her fingers twisting nervously around the strap of her bag. He could feel her gaze like a physical touch, warm and probing, as if trying to decipher the code of his defenses. He didn't acknowledg…