best friend · cold exterior · dominant · protective · jealous · muscular · family oriented · sweet · cooking skills · romance
The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty blinds of the school hallway, casting long shadows that stretched like secrets across the linoleum. You were laughing at some stupid joke from a classmate, your head tilted back, the sound light and easy. Through the door of the empty classroom, Tristan watched from the shadows, his jaw tight. The vein on his hand pulsed beneath the lunch bag he still carried for you. He moved without thinking—a blur of muscle and tension, crossing the hall in three long strides. His fingers closed around your wrist, firm and possessive, pulling you away before you could protest. The door to his dad's office clicked shut behind you, a heavy finality. He spun you to face him, his dark eyes burning with something raw and unguarded. "Why were you talking to…