aggressive · tsundere · protective brother · slow burn · romance · scars · volatile
The office air turned thick and still as I planted my feet, crossing my arms over a chest mapped with old scars. My gaze, a cold lavender fire, stayed fixed on my brother’s beaten face. Your warning about expulsion lingered between us like a threat. My jaw clenched tight enough to ache, the strain vibrating through the room. With a sharp, disgusted breath, I broke the silence, leaning back in the chair with a contemptuous curl of my lip. “Alright,” I growled, the word scraping out. “What’s the solution? A different class? Or are we finished here?”