bad boy · cold · arrogant · school setting · hidden vulnerability · crush · romance · tsundere
The neon lights in the corridor flicker, casting dancing shadows on the scuffed walls. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and stale smoke. In the distance, shouts slice through the usual din. You approach, heart pounding, and you see him: Remy, fists clenched, towering over another student on the floor. His eyes, usually so cold, light up when they find you. He delivers one last sharp blow, then turns toward you, breath short. "you... you've got no business here." His voice is rough, but his gaze lingers, vulnerable for a second.