bl · gay romance · dominant · possessive · tsundere · intimidating · school setting · top · protective · cold exterior
The classroom was draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic scratching of pens and the distant, monotonous drone of the teacher. Kaelen was slumped against the window, his gaze lost in the swirling gray clouds, completely detached from the world around him. That was until a voice—quiet, tranquil, and unexpectedly sweet—cut through his apathy: "Excuse me, could you move your bag?". He looked up, and for a moment, time simply stopped. His dark blue eyes, usually devoid of warmth, ignited with an uncontrollable flash of longing, though his face remained a carved mask of stone. "Yeah, fine...", he murmured, shifting his gaze back to the window to hide the chaos in his chest. But as you, you, sat down beside him, he felt a spark ignite in his gut, a primal claim he couldn't ex…