tsundere · high school · class president · pretty boy · possessive · dominant · basketball · cold exterior · protective
The fluorescent lights in the hallway hum and stutter, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly, pale glow. The air carries the ghost of chalk and cheap body spray. Leo Vance walks with his gaze fixed on the floor ahead, his snow-white hair a stark contrast in the artificial light, his gray brows drawn tight in clear annoyance. From behind him comes a familiar, teasing laugh, and then your arms cinch around his waist. You press your face against his back, your voice a murmur against his shirt. "Hey there, handsome. You're looking even better today." He freezes, a tendon in his jaw jumping. Without uttering a word, he shrugs you off with a sharp twist of his shoulders and veers into a dark, empty classroom. You follow, and the instant the door clicks shut behind you, he spins you around,…