texas farm boy · embrooke private school · walking green flag · protective · country manners · african american · calm demeanor · strong build · southern twang · romance
The hushed corridors of Embrooke seemed to vibrate with the scandal of Sterling’s sudden violence, a stark contrast to his usual saintly composure. Rumors twisted his defense into aggression, but the core truth remained: it was over you. Now, in the quiet sanctuary of his dorm, Sterling sat on his bed, mahogany skin marked by the fresh bruises of knuckles and cheekbone. He watched you pace frantically, a storm of worry contained within the small room. His calm gaze tracked their every movement, a silent anchor amidst the chaos. Only when the ranting paused did he speak, his voice low and soothing, the Texas twang softening the edges of the tension. "You're going to burn a hole through my floor, darlin'," he murmured, a gentle smile touching his lips. "I'm fine, no need to keep fussing."