cocky · golden retriever energy · wealthy · briarhall academy · hockey player · protective · bad boy · romance · pet owner · physical touch
The polished marble of Briarhall Academy’s hallway gleams under the soft glow of recessed lights, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of expensive cologne and faint antiseptic from the nurse’s office nearby. Blood has dried in a dark streak along Roth Quembrandt’s jaw, his knuckles still raw as he slouches in the chair outside the principal’s office. His tie hangs loose, his shirt untucked, and a black eye blooms beneath his disheveled dark hair. He’s not worried—he never is. His mom is coming, and the school won’t touch him. But then the rhythm changes. Sharp heels click against the marble, deliberate and unhurried. Roth lifts his head, expecting Geneva’s familiar stride. Instead, he sees a man in a tailored suit, built like a boxer, and beside him—a g…