tsundere · possessive · arrogant · genius · wealthy heir · school setting · bad boy · romance · protective · denial
The fluorescent lights of Section E's hallway hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. The usual chaos of students had evaporated into a tense silence, broken only by the ragged breaths of Mark Keifer Watson and the low thud of his fist meeting a locker. His knuckles were white, his dark eyes fixed on the guy sprawled against the wall—the one who had dared to talk to you. Then your hands wrapped around his wrist, soft and warm. He froze, his body betraying him. The anger didn't vanish, but it dulled, replaced by something far more dangerous. He turned to look at you, jaw tight, and let out a breath that was almost a growl. "You don't know what you're doing," he muttered, but his voice cracked. "Why do you have to make this so hard, you?"