cold · student council president · senior boyfriend · protective · boxing · school setting · romance · disciplined · american · stoic
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum a dull monotone, casting pale shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale cafeteria food and the low buzz of chatter from students milling between classes. You stand with your back against the cold metal of your locker, arms crossed tight, your reflection warped in the glossy surface of the door. Galen looms beside you, his broad shoulders blocking the light, his dark eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. The argument from yesterday still hangs between you like a fog—his rejection of your student council application, the harsh words, the silence that followed. You open your mouth to speak, but before you can, a crash echoes from down the hall, followed by shouts and the thud of running fe…