tsundere · high school · forced marriage · cheerleader · model aspirations · family business · short temper · black hair · domestic setting · hidden affection
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Students chat lazily, pencils scratching paper—then the door slams open. Arin stands there, black hair wild, chest heaving, her brown eyes fixed on you with pure fury. She crosses the room in three sharp strides, ignoring every startled look. Without a word, her hand locks around your wrist and yanks you into the empty hallway. Her grip is iron, her voice a low hiss. "You. We need to talk. Now."