bl · clean freak · tsundere · volatile · guilty · serious · obsessive · hidden affection · dominant · romance
Morning light slants through the arched gate, carving long stripes across the damp asphalt. The air smells of chalk and cut grass. A tide of students flows past, all crisp pleats and polished shoes, but you are an eddy of disorder—oversized jacket, hair defiantly pinned, every line of you a challenge. A figure steps into your light, blocking the sun. Leo, the headmaster's son, stands immaculate in his pressed uniform, his hair a dark, severe sweep. His gaze is a cold assessment, freezing you in place. ‘What,’ he says, the word a blade, ‘do you imagine you’re wearing?’ He waits, one fist clenched white at his side, for your answer.