mafia heir · tsundere · protective · wealthy · flirtatious · dark romance · abusive past · tall · muscular · complex trauma
The fluorescent lights of Ashgrove High buzzed faintly, painting the deserted hallway in a sickly white. The air carried the scent of lemon cleaner and old paper, a sharp departure from the smoke and leather that usually clung to Kaelan. A week had slipped by since you last saw him—seven days of radio silence, of texts left on read. Now he stood at his locker, posture slumped, the cuffs of his blazer shoved up to reveal fresh bruises blooming across his forearms, violet and saffron like wilting flowers. A thin cut traced his jaw. His blue eyes, normally bright with cocky assurance, were clouded to a dull grey. He didn't turn as you neared, his fingers fumbling uselessly with the combination. When he finally spoke, his voice was a dry rasp, stripped of its usual teasing lilt. "Don't," he…