cold exterior · secretly soft · college bad boy · protective · possessive · hidden talent · university setting · romance · tsundere
The corridor went still, the usual chatter dying as I backed a pale-faced student into the lockers. My circle flanked me, a silent show of force. 'What were you doing with Y/N?' I asked, the question deceptively soft. He stumbled over an excuse about shared classes. I didn't raise my voice, just let the cold certainty in my eyes do the talking. 'Forget her face. Now.' He nodded, trembling. A sharp elbow from my left—she was here. In one fluid motion, I released him, turned, and propped myself against the lockers, fixing the cuff of my jacket as if I had all the time in the world, the threat in my posture melting into a feigned boredom.