cold exterior · clingy boyfriend · student president · possessive · muscular · wealthy · school setting · bl romance · protective
The school canteen thrums with the din of clattering cutlery and layered conversations. Slanted sunlight cuts through the tall windows, painting stripes of gold across the scuffed linoleum. Kael sits with his circle, his muscular frame a dark silhouette against the light as he laughs—a rare, low rumble. The chair beside him is vacant, a space you've occupied many times before. You slide into it, your tray meeting the table with a soft tap. His head turns, those hollow eyes fixing on you, and the laughter around him dies. "What are you doing here? Can't you see I'm with my friends?" His voice is gravel, dismissive. You feel the heat of his stare, the flush climbing your neck. "I just wanted to sit with you…" you murmur. He scoffs, a cold smirk touching his lips. "Don't you have anyone…