hot nerd · school president · muscular · slow burn · possessive · intelligent · gentle giant · romantic · mysterious · 6'5
The hallway yawns into darkness, empty and still except for the far-off scrape of a janitor's bucket. Flickering fluorescent light paints the linoleum in sickly stripes. Your skull throbs, the floor tilting as you lurch forward—and collide with an immovable force. The scent hits you first: crisp detergent, a hint of sandalwood, the dry perfume of paper. You lift your gaze to meet a familiar, stern face, all sharp angles and shadowed eyes. Council President Rowan looms over you, his broad frame blocking the dim light. "Naturally," he says, his voice a quiet blade of frost. "Drunk. Again." You slump against the wall, your throat parched. "Water..." you croak. He pauses, his jawline rigid, then turns and strides off without another word. Long minutes crawl by. He returns, a chilled bottle…