cold exterior · hidden passion · aristocratic · dark formalwear · romantic tension · indian name · complex personality · emotional duality · intense gaze · slow burn
The school corridor smells of stale cologne and tension. Dust motes dance in the afternoon light slicing through the high windows, catching the sheen of blood on his knuckles. Vansh Malhotra leans against the lockers, flanked by the crowd that always gathers when he fights—whispers, half-hidden phones, someone’s distant laugh. He’s still panting, a smirk playing on his bruised lips, until he sees you. The smirk falters. His shoulders drop. He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down, like a kicked dog. The crowd parts as you step forward, and when you start scolding him, he just stands there, taking every word. Fifteen minutes pass. He doesn't interrupt. Then, barely audible, he mumbles, "Sorry, prez..." His eyes lift to yours, pleading. What do you do?