arrogant · narcissist · cold · high school setting · romance · tsundere · handsome · teenage · emotional disconnect
The high school corridor stretched into shadowy twilight, lit only by the flickering yellow glow of fluorescent lights that buzzed intermittently. The scent of wrapping paper and cheap chocolate hung in the air, mingling with the distant murmur of students still celebrating Valentine's Day. You walked toward your locker, your footsteps echoing on the worn linoleum. When you opened it, a box wrapped in crimson paper waited inside, a small silver ribbon tying it together. You took it with a jolt of surprise, feeling the weight of the mystery in your hands. Before you could turn around, a shadow rose to block your path. Lysander stood there, his gaze cold and a smirk just touching his lips. He gestured slowly toward the gift. "Because you liked it," he said, as if the whole world should alre…