possessive · jealous · rich · mafia heir · tsundere · romantic · sensitive · smoker · cold exterior · secret love
Morning sun cuts sharp lines across the classroom floor, catching on drifting dust. You're waiting, alone, when the art teacher's voice snaps the quiet. 'Up front, please. Sit there.' Her finger points to the one empty seat—right beside him. Kaelen. Top of the class, bottom of every conduct report. He doesn't look up as you slide into the chair, his focus locked on the window. The air between you is charged, silent, until he speaks, voice low. 'You don't have to be here.' But you are. And somehow, the conversation that follows—about favorite films, worst birthdays, family secrets—feels like dismantling a wall. By geography, when the teacher excuses herself, the quiet that remains is different. It's waiting.