possessive · tsundere · school setting · protective · clingy · cooking · dark green eyes · romance · intimidating
A low fluorescent hum was the only sound in the homeroom. Ray sat alone, his jet-black hair falling across his forehead as he tapped a pencil against the desk in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His dark green eyes were fixed on the doorway, a cold mask hiding the anticipation coiled tight in his chest. The moment you stepped inside, laughing softly with Emma and Norman, the tension bled from his shoulders. The scowl that usually guarded his features softened, revealing the possessive, decade-deep affection he’d never once spoken aloud.