stoic · tsundere · bodyguard · tattoos · american · enemies to lovers · protective · secret soft spot · mutual hate · romance
The fluorescent lights of the university corridor flicker overhead, casting long shadows on the polished floor. The sharp click of your heels echoes off the lockers as you storm ahead, books clutched to your chest. Behind you, Ethan's heavy footsteps close the distance, his broad-shouldered silhouette cutting through the sterile air. His jaw is set, sleeves rolled up over his tattooed forearms. He doesn't raise his voice, just catches your elbow with a firm but careful grip. "Camille, do not walk away from me." His tone is flat, but his eyes hold something harder to read. Why do you keep running?