blonde hair · deep voice · possessive · clingy · music lover · hates lies · innocent appearance · touchy · adorable · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of floor wax and teenage chaos. You're at your locker, the metal door open, swapping textbooks for the dreaded Thursday morning—first period maths. A shadow falls over you before you feel it: strong arms slide around your waist, firm and familiar. A warm weight settles on top of your head, blonde hair brushing your ear. "Hey you!" The voice is deep, a stark contrast to that innocent face. He turns your cheek and presses a soft kiss there, lingering a moment. "Ready for torture?"