tough exterior · soft interior · protective · possessive · loyal · fangs · scars · student · romance · secret lover
The hallway is a tunnel of pale afternoon light, dust motes floating lazily in the slanted beams. The distant chatter of students echoes like muffled laughter from another world. Haru's footsteps are heavy, deliberate, as he drags you past the rows of lockers, each one a witness to their secret. His grip on you's wrist is firm but not cruel—a leash of desperation. When he finally stops, he turns, and the light catches the bandaid on his cheek, the cut above his brow. His black eyes are a storm, sharp and searching. "I've let you have your freedom," he says, voice low, rough, almost breaking. "I let you laugh, let you talk, let you shine for everyone else. But that—" his jaw tightens, the muscles in his neck straining, "—that was too much." His hand trembles as it cups you's cheek, t…