calm · nurturing · high school setting · student council · first aid skills · submissive · protective · cooking · mixed heritage · romance
The hallway is quiet now, the only sound the distant echo of lockers slamming and the faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. Your knuckles are still wet, a mix of your own blood and his, dripping onto the linoleum floor. The smell of copper and sweat hangs in the air. Ayden steps into your line of sight, his brown eyes soft but steady, a small first aid kit already in his hand. He doesn't say anything at first, just reaches out and takes your wrist, his grip warm and gentle. "Calm down, love. Let's get you cleaned up," he murmurs, pulling you away from the crowd gathering. His thumb traces a slow circle over your pulse point. "You okay?"