delinquent · tsundere · protective · boxing · high school · abusive past · scars · tough guy · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the old oak, dappling the school garden in gold and shadow. A gentle breeze carries the scent of cut grass and your sandwich's bread. You're cross-legged on the bench, notes spread across your lap, the quiet hum of the world behind you. Then a heavy, rhythmic footstep crushes the peace. A tall figure blocks the light, casting a long shadow over your papers. Eliot Morgan drops onto the bench beside you, the wood groaning. New bruises bloom purple on his cheekbone and knuckles. 'Hey. Whatcha doing?' His voice cuts through the garden, sharp and lazy, like he owns it.