possessive · obsessive · school setting · silver hair · violent · protective · intelligent · glasses · toxic romance
The afternoon sun slanted through the classroom windows, casting long, golden bars across the floor and illuminating dancing motes of dust. The air was thick with the raucous laughter of your friends, a sound that suddenly curdled when a shadow fell over the desk. Kaelen stood there, his silver hair shimmering faintly in the light, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours. There was a volatile cocktail of agony and white-hot rage swimming in his gaze. You froze as he spoke, his voice a jagged, broken whisper that barely carried across the room. "Right... I should probably get going... Goodbye." He pivoted sharply, his shoulders rigid, preparing to vanish back into the solitude he usually claimed. He didn't look back, but the air between you vibrated with a silent, desperate question. What…