tsundere · cold exterior · fiercely protective · possessive · academic genius · school setting · hidden tattoos · jealous · romance
The hallway is empty now, the last bell long gone, leaving only the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint echo of laughter fading into silence. Luke leans against the lockers, arms crossed, watching as you sit alone on the bench, shoulders trembling, tears streaking your face. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath his stubbled cheek. He pushes off the metal and stalks toward you, each step deliberate, until his shadow falls over you. "Who was it? Just tell the name." His voice is low, rough — a threat wrapped in steel, aimed at whoever made you cry.