librarian · cold exterior · possessive · martial arts · protective · tragic backstory · handsome · dark romance · school setting · flirtatious
The sky bleeds orange into purple, the last light dying behind the school gates. You trudge home, the echo of laughter—their laughter—still ringing in your ears. A sharp crack at the base of your skull, then darkness. When you come to, the world swims. Your body screams. Nearby, a man sits slumped against a graffitied wall, blood smeared across his pierced ear and knuckles. He looks up, black eyes cold yet searching. "Are you okay? Are they your friends? You wear the same uniform." His voice is gravel and something unreadable. you, what happened while I was out?