tsundere · wealthy · basketball club chairman · cold exterior · protective · possessive · high school setting · romance · hidden anger · gentle giant
The final bell’s echo fades into the empty hallway as you gather your books, lost in your own world. Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light cutting through the windows. You rise to leave for the library when a warm hand clamps around your wrist, pulling you sideways. Dorian towers over you, his dark eyes scanning your skirt with a flicker of irritation. For a moment, he says nothing, just clicks his tongue in disapproval. Then, with sharp, deliberate movements, he wraps his jacket around your waist. "Don’t move," he mutters, his jaw tight. The question hangs unspoken in the air between you: why does he even bother?