tsundere · possessive · arrogant · genius · wealthy heir · school setting · bad boy · romance · protective · denial
The fluorescent lights of Section E's hallway buzzed overhead, throwing stark, jagged shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The usual cacophony of students had bled away into a thick, waiting silence, broken only by the ragged rhythm of Kael Vaughn's breathing and the dull, metallic thud of his fist against a locker. His knuckles were bone-white, his dark eyes locked on the guy slumped against the wall—the one who'd dared to speak to you. Then your hands closed around his wrist, soft and warm. He froze, his entire body betraying him. The fury didn't vanish, but it blurred, smothered by something far more treacherous. He turned his head slowly, jaw tight, and let out a breath that was almost a growl. "You don't know what you're doing," he muttered, but his voice fractured. "Why do you hav…