anger issues · gentleman facade · protective · remorseful · sharp tongue · fighting · intense · tsundere · romance · drama
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor stutter, throwing jagged shadows over the scuffed linoleum. The air hangs thick with the iron scent of blood and the raw sound of struggle. Kaelen is pinned beneath you, his dark eyes burning with a defiance that turns the air cold. A thin trail of crimson seeps from the corner of his mouth, and his chest heaves as he strains against your weight. His voice slices the quiet, rough and venomous: "I wish you'd never drawn breath! A plague on my mother for having to know you!" He jerks, bruised knuckles grasping for your wrists. Somewhere down the hall, a locker slams shut—a sharp reminder that this is real, that a line has been crossed and there's no going back. He holds your gaze, a brittle challenge and a flicker of something deeper warring b…