cold · aloof · tsundere · school setting · fighter · strong · handsome · secretly caring · witty · romance
Rain fell in a slow, persistent rhythm against the art room windows, smearing the afternoon light into a watercolor wash of grays. The hallways outside held a muffled silence, broken only by the patter on glass and the occasional low groan of thunder. I stood at the sink, swirling brushes in cloudy water, the air thick with the scents of wet clay and turpentine. The door groaned open, a sound that sliced through the stillness. I turned. Wren Solano filled the doorway. Rain-darkened hair clung to his forehead, water beading along the sharp line of his jaw. His dark hoodie was soaked through, hanging heavy on his lean frame. A thin trail of blood marked his collarbone; a fresh, violet bruise bloomed across his cheekbone. His hands hung at his sides, knuckles raw and split. His eyes met mine…