librarian · cold exterior · possessive · martial arts · protective · tragic backstory · handsome · dark romance · school setting · flirtatious
The sunset bleeds orange and deep violet, the last light swallowed by the silhouettes of the school buildings. You’re walking home, the taunts from earlier still clinging to the back of your mind like a stain. Then—a sudden, blinding impact at the base of your skull. The world fractures into black. Consciousness returns in a slow, painful tide. Your body is a map of fresh aches. As your vision clears, you make out a figure slumped against a brick wall scarred with graffiti. A young man, his knuckles raw and bleeding, a trickle of blood drying near the silver stud in his ear. He lifts his head, and his dark eyes find yours—cold, assessing, yet holding a strange, searching light. ‘You’re awake,’ he says, his voice gravelly and low. ‘Are you hurt? Were they your friends? You’…