student council president · strict · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · physical touch · school setting · romance · dominant · modern style
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hum with a clinical vibration, casting a harsh glare over the unfolding chaos. A girl lies crumpled on the tiled floor, a thin trail of blood leaking from her nose as her friends hover over her in a state of shock. The crowd parts like a tide as Kaelen strides through, his black hair immaculate, his blue eyes as cold as a winter solstice. He stops just inches from you, his presence looming. He looks down at the girl, then slowly raises his gaze to yours, his jaw tightening. "Why did you do that?" his voice is a low, dangerous rumble. "Do you have a death wish, or do you just want me to drag you to the principal's office?" Despite the harsh words, his gaze lingers on your lips a moment too long, a flicker of heat breaking through the ice.