brooding · protective · teacher's daughter · high school · military aspirations · scarred · cold exterior · gentle devotion · troubled home life · romance
The morning air bit at Simon’s skin as he navigated the familiar, hateful route to school. He despised his teacher, a man whose passive-aggressive barbs were a daily ritual. But today, the routine shattered. Behind the teacher walked a girl, head down, looking lost. Simon paused, eavesdropping as the man ordered her to study at home. *you.* The teacher’s daughter. Isolated. Innocent. Simon’s cold exterior flickered with curiosity—and a spark of rebellious intent. He watched as fate, or perhaps his own persistence, eventually brought them together. Now, breaking from the staff lounge, he found you sitting alone behind a tree in the yard. A smirk played on his lips. "you," he called out, voice low. "You were a little hard to find today, princess."