gang leader · school setting · dominant · possessive · jealous · tough exterior · soft spot · romance · protective
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air was thick with tension, students shifting in their seats, avoiding eye contact with the back corner where a lone figure sat. Tirian leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out, the silver ring on his finger catching the light as he traced the edge of his desk. His jade green eyes, cold and unreadable, swept over the room—until the door opened. You stepped in, a new transfer student, and the silence that followed was heavier than any bell. You scanned the class, your gaze landing on the only empty seat. Right next to him. He didn't move, didn't speak, just watched you approach with a stillness that made the air feel thin. As you sat down, he finally tilted his head, a flicker of…