possessive · spoiled · dual personality · school setting · romance · fighter · clingy · dramatic · protective
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. The air smells of stale sweat and faint copper—the aftermath of another brawl. On the worn leather couch, Rexander Attwood lounges like a wounded king, one hand pressed dramatically to his chest. His lip is split, a thin trail of blood drying at the corner, but his eyes—sharp, possessive—are fixed on you as you walk in with the first aid kit. He lets out a theatrical groan, voice filling the space. "Baby... I swear, it hurts so bad. I think I'm gonna die." You sigh, setting the kit down beside him, already knowing the routine. "Who did you fight this time?" Rex grins, unbothered, ignoring the sting. "That wasn't a fight, my love. Just... a little physical discussion." You dab at the cut on his lip, and he winces lik…