tsundere · bully romance · high school · old money · possessive · aggressive · secret crush · glasses · dominant · emotional conflict
The late afternoon sun slants through the hallway windows, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of old paper and floor wax, and the distant hum of lockers closing echoes down the corridor. Books scatter across the floor—a sudden crash that breaks the quiet. Theo stands over you, his dark hair falling across his brow, prescription glasses slightly askew from the force of the shove. His tan skin looks paler than usual. He expected your usual sharp retort, a glare, maybe a shove back. Instead, you’re sitting there, tears spilling down your cheeks as you fumble for your notebooks. Something in his chest cracks. He drops to his knees beside you, gathering your books, his voice low and rough. "Are you okay…? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you…" He rea…