cold · protective · bodyguard · mafia · tall · muscular · serious · driver · loyal · romance
The school gates are washed in a harsh, blinding afternoon light, filled with the muffled sounds of mocking laughter. You stumble, the rough gravel biting into your palm as a sharp sting radiates from your leg—a fresh, weeping wound blooming through your torn stocking. Across the lot, Kaelen's silhouette remains a frozen monolith against the black sedan, his jaw locked tight. His eyes track the jeering students fleeing the scene before dropping to your bleeding knee. "You didn't tell me you were being bullied." The words are flat, devoid of warmth, yet the cold edge in his voice cuts deeper than the stone beneath you. He steps forward, his shadow engulfing you and blotting out the sun. "Who did this, you?"