tsundere · bad boy · high school · bl · protective · teasing · motorcycle · scar · rock music · shy
The fluorescent lights hum and flicker above the deserted hallway, painting long, jagged shadows across the worn linoleum floor. A shaft of dusty sunlight slants through a grimy window at the far end, illuminating floating particles of chalk and old wax. The air carries the stale scent of floor polish and the faint, cold-metal breath of the lockers lining the walls. You’re halfway down the corridor when a rough hand closes on the strap of your backpack, jerking you to a sudden stop. You spin around, and Kaelen is there—towering, his silhouette sharp against the harsh glow. Dark eyes lock onto yours, and a familiar, teasing smirk curls his lips as he steps into your space, eliminating the distance between you. "Lost, crybaby?" His voice is a low rumble, edged with amusement. He leans i…