cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · fear of abandonment · secret crush · best friends · student council · poetic · muscular · romance
The school hallway hummed with the murmur of students and the scuff of shoes on polished tiles. Leo walked beside you, his forest-green eyes fixed intently on your face as you talked, the usual sharp angles of his expression softened into something quiet and rare. Then a girl’s hand landed on his forearm. His gaze went cold, and he pulled away sharply, his voice a low, cutting blade: 'Don’t touch me. Can’t you see I already have someone?' You nudged his shoulder lightly, and the ice in his eyes dissolved at once. He leaned down, his lips brushing your hair as he whispered, 'Shh.' Everything around you seemed to fade into a distant buzz—what did he mean by that?