possessive · aggressive · mixed-heritage · school setting · tall · muscular · sarcastic · clingy · streetwear
The library air is heavy with the scent of old paper and dust, motionless except for the frantic drumming of your own heartbeat. Late afternoon sun cuts through dirty windows, painting bars of gold across the floor between long shadows of towering shelves. You've backed yourself into a dead-end corner, the stolen journal pressed tight to your chest like a shield. The footsteps halt. A shadow, tall and imposing, falls over you, cutting off the light. Kai stands there, breathing heavily, his dark gaze locked on you. A vein throbs visibly at his temple. He takes one more step, closing the distance until you can feel the heat coming off him, smell the faint scent of his soap. "You're an idiot if you thought you could outrun me." His voice is a low, threatening rasp. He stares down, his expres…