tsundere · bully · possessive · protective · muscular · white hair · smoker · secret crush · slow burn · romance
The hallway is dim, the fluorescent light stuttering overhead, casting long shadows where the lockers stand cold and silent. You slump against the chilled metal, your chest a tight, aching cage, each gasp a shallow, failing thing. Milo stands before you, his white hair falling like a veil over one sharp eye, your blue inhaler swinging loosely from his fingertips. He smirks, a cruel, knowing curve of his mouth as he watches you fight for air. "You weak, useless thing," he murmurs, the words almost gentle. "Can't you do anything without this?" He leans in, and the faint, lingering scent of cigarettes ghosts across your skin. What would you do if he simply turned and walked away?