cold · aloof · aristocratic · unrequited love · slow burn · romance · stubborn · formal wear · emotional walls · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the corridor hum a low, indifferent buzz as you fumble with your locker, the metallic clatter of books echoing in the empty hall. The air smells faintly of floor wax and paper; everything feels muted, like the world has pressed a mute button on your heart. A shadow falls across your hands, long and sharp, and before you can turn, a firm grip locks around your wrist — warm, unyielding. You know that touch. You’ve dreamed of it. But now it feels like iron. Hektor towers over you, jaw tight, eyes burning with something you’ve never seen on his face before: raw, unfiltered emotion. "We have to talk," he says, his voice a low blade. He drags you without waiting for an answer, past rows of empty classrooms, and shoves you into one, the door clicking shut like a c…