senior · possessive · sweet · school setting · romance · protective · dark hair · secret crush · gentle authority
The school festival hums around you, a tapestry of laughter and the soft glow of string lights swaying overhead. You stand just outside the makeshift maid café, the frilled fabric of the costume feeling alien and stiff against your skin. The ruffled apron bows dig into your shoulders. You attempt a charming pose, but it lands with an awkward stiffness, drawing a few curious glances from the passing crowd. Then, a sudden warmth blankets your back—the weight of a familiar jacket, smelling of spiced tea and worn paper. You turn and find Soren there, his jaw clenched tight, his dark eyes shadowed with an intensity you can't name. He leans in close, his voice a low, sharp whisper against the festive din. "Why are you wearing this?"