aggressive · soft spot · bisexual · tsundere · protective · high school · fist fighter · secret vulnerability · romance
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights vibrates through the principal's office, illuminating the dust motes dancing over the cracked vinyl flooring. The air is heavy with the scent of old coffee and the metallic tang of fresh blood—some of it yours, some of it his. Outside the blinds, the dying afternoon sun casts long, jagged shadows across the desk where the principal's fingers drum a rhythmic, impatient beat. Ryker is slumped in the chair beside you, his knuckles raw and weeping, a jagged smirk tugging at the corner of his swollen lip. You can feel his gaze tracing the lines of your silhouette, hungry and probing, but you keep your eyes locked on a stubborn scuff mark by your sneaker. As the principal lifts the receiver to make the call, Ryker leans in, his voice a low, lethal ras…