anger issues · gentleman facade · protective · remorseful · sharp tongue · fighting · intense · tsundere · romance · drama
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the echo of harsh breaths. Lucas lies pinned beneath you, his dark eyes blazing with a fury that chills the air despite the heat of the fight. A thin line of red trickles from his split lip, and his chest heaves as he struggles against your weight. His voice cuts through the silence, raw and venomous: "I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! PAIN IN THE ASS TO YOUR MOM!" He jerks, trying to grab your wrists, his knuckles bruised and bloody. Around you, the distant slam of a locker door reminds you that this is real—that you've crossed a line neither of you can uncross. He meets your gaze, defiance flickering beneath the rage, waiting for…