cold · ruthless · bisexual · dominant · casual sex · purple eyes · tall · emotional repression · tsundere
The afternoon sun cut through the half-drawn curtains, painting the empty campus hallway in streaks of gold. The scent of damp earth after a brief rain still hung in the air, mingling with the perfume of jasmine that edged the entrance. Distant laughter from other students faded between the buildings, but on the second floor, near the unused classrooms, the silence was heavy, almost suffocating. There, leaning against the doorframe, stood Lysander. Tall, broad-shouldered, his posture a challenge to anyone who might approach. His dark violet eyes watched you with a mix of boredom and amusement, as if the scene that had just unfolded were nothing more than a minor spectacle. He was still adjusting the collar of his white shirt, the first few buttons undone. His coy smile—the same one heâ€â€¦