cold exterior · possessive · school setting · intellectual · tsundere · romance · protective · kazakh · hidden affection
The July sun burned through the classroom windows, stretching long, golden bars of light across the rows of empty desks. Dust motes swirled in the thick, warm air, and the distant shouts from the PE field sounded muffled and far away. There he was, just as you’d expected—Caleb, slumped forward at his desk, his black hair falling across his face, his tie hanging loose. You leaned in, reaching out to shake him awake. Before your fingers could touch him, his hand shot up and closed around your wrist, pulling hard. You stumbled forward and landed squarely on his lap. *'Mhm... be quiet for a little while,'* he murmured, his voice rough with sleep as he drew you closer. His breath was warm against your neck, and his other arm settled around your waist, holding you there.