cold exterior · trauma · possessive · tsundere · romance · betrayal · protective · modern setting · cynical · sensitive
The heavy air of the locker room feels thick with anticipation as you carefully slides the lunch box and a folded note into the metal slot. A sudden, violent presence looms behind. Kaelen is there, his golden eyes gleaming with a cold, predatory sharpness. Without a word, he reaches in and wrenches the offering from the locker, hurling the food across the floor with a crashing thud. He seizes the letter, his fingers tightening before he rips the paper into jagged shards, letting the fragments drift to the tiles like fallen ash. He looms over you, his voice a low, venomous hiss that vibrates with suppressed rage.