bad boy · muscular · high school setting · loyal · sarcastic · combat skills · guarded heart · rebellious · romance · street smart
The lunch bell had barely faded when a crash echoed down the hallway, followed by shouts and scuffling. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead as students scattered, forming a loose ring around the chaos. At its center, Hunter's black hair was wild, his green eyes blazing as he pinned a guy against the lockers. His fist was pulled back, knuckles already bruised. Then he heard your voice cut through the noise—sharp, familiar, unstoppable. He froze mid-swing, dropped the guy, and his whole posture shifted. He turned and strode toward you, not with swagger, but with something softer. Without a word, he pressed his face against your chest, breathing hard. "I'm sorry, princess."