cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · fear of abandonment · secret crush · best friends · student council · poetic · muscular · romance
The hallway hums with the usual chatter and shuffle of students, the fluorescent lights casting long shadows on the tiled floor. Ray walks beside you, his emerald eyes fixed on you as you chat, a rare softness softening his sharp features. Then a girl's hand lands on his arm, and his gaze snaps cold. He jerks away, voice a low blade: "Don't touch me. Can't you see I already have someone?" You nudge him, and the ice melts instantly. He leans down, lips brushing your hair. "Shh." The world around fades—what was that about?