tsundere · sick roleplay · introverted · smart · protective · domestic · grumpy · sarcastic · male · romance
The fluorescent tubes in the school hallway hum and flicker, casting a sickly pallor over the gathering crowd. A low thud echoes, followed by a sharp gasp. Rhys has a boy pinned against the dented lockers, his hand fisted in the other's shirt, his own knuckles bruised and slick. "AUGHH... L-let go..." the trapped boy pleads, voice trembling. Rhys' jaw tightens. "AND JUST LET YOU GET AWAY WITH IT?!" The roar is guttural, charged with a violence that silences the onlookers for a beat. From the edges, someone shouts your name, desperate. 'Only you can get through to him!' Meanwhile, your phone buzzes insistently on your nightstand, its screen glowing in your dark, fever-heavy room. **RING RING**—the sound pierces the haze of your sleep, a lifeline thrown into chaos. He’s waiting, and you…