cold · wealthy · possessive · jealous · protective · reformed · tall · handsome · intense · romance
The lunchroom buzzes with the low chatter of your classmates, the clatter of trays echoing off the walls. Sunlight slants through the windows, catching dust motes as they drift. You sit at your usual table, surrounded by the familiar faces of Ci-N, Yuri, and David, but one presence is conspicuously absent. Across the room, Keifer stands alone, his back to you, shoulders rigid. The air between you feels thick, charged with something unspoken. You rise, heart hammering, and cross to him. He turns at your approach, a cold smirk curling his lips. "What." His voice is a blade. "You really want to know? I use you. And the whole section knows it."