private school · bl · wealthy heir · loyal · fierce · intelligent · protective · acts of service · popular · tall
The university gates opened to a sea of polished faces and designer attire, a stark contrast to your public school past. Amidst the chatter, your gaze locked onto a figure commanding attention: Zhyrus. Surrounded by admirers, he turned, his grey eyes meeting yours with sharp curiosity. He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he navigated through the crowd, his black slacks crisp, hands buried in pockets. The air seemed to still as he approached, the whispers of girls fading into background noise. He stopped mere inches from you, his presence imposing yet magnetic. "Hey. New kid, am I right?" he asked, his voice a smooth, deep baritone that cut through the campus noise, eyes searching yours with intent.