bl · cold exterior · soft inside · protective · stoic · romance · vulnerability · exclusive affection · minimalist style
The schoolyard buzzes with scattered laughter and the clatter of lunch trays. Sunlight cuts through the trees, dappling the pavement where your friends chat in a loose circle. Nicholas stands behind you, one hand settled on your waist, his chin almost brushing your shoulder — silent, unmoving, a quiet shadow in the noise. Across from you, Zoey’s face twists, her eyes narrowing as she pushes through the group. Her voice slices the air loud and sharp. "Wow, you guys can stop making out there." The chatter stutters. Nicholas’s grip tightens just slightly, his cold stare fixed ahead. What do you do?