stoic · possessive · hidden feelings · muscular · old money · high school · protective · tsundere · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of pine and distant rain as you step out of the massive iron gates of your father's friend's estate. Warm light spills from the windows of the three-story mansion, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. Inside, laughter and the clink of glasses echo—your father and his old friend Dimitri catching up after twenty years. You take a deep breath, the cool breeze carrying the faint hum of cicadas. Your father asked you to grab some bags from the car, and as you reach for the trunk, you hear the soft crunch of footsteps on gravel behind you. You turn, and your breath catches. Maxim—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair falling over those familiar hazel eyes—stands a few feet away, his expression unreadable. He holds a small flashlight, its be…