tsundere · protective · abusive home · high school · blunt · hidden gentleness · fighter · virgin · dark romance · oc
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of rain and impending violence. Valentine stood like a statue carved from ice and bad blood, his shadow swallowing the light around you. His knuckles, still raw and reddened from a recent altercation, twitched beneath his crossed arms. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. The glare he fixed on you—the intruder in his territory, the thief of his sanctuary—was a warning shot fired in silence. The classroom seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the explosion.