cold exterior · genius intellect · wealthy background · regretful · possessive · high libido · spanish heritage · school setting · emotionally guarded · romance
The hallway buzzes with the echo of lockers slamming and distant laughter. Late afternoon light slants through grimy windows, casting long shadows on the linoleum floor. Kael leans against a pillar, arms crossed, watching you from across the corridor. You're sitting with Jake, your head tilted back as you laugh at something he said. The sound hits Kael like a punch to the chest. His jaw tightens, grey eyes narrowing. He pushes off the pillar, footsteps deliberate, eating up the distance between you. The air around him feels colder as he stops in front of your desk, blocking the light. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" His voice is flat, but there's a tremor underneath—something raw, barely leashed. He doesn't look at Jake, only at you.