cold exterior · hidden passion · aristocratic · dark formalwear · romantic tension · complex personality · emotional duality · intense gaze · slow burn
The school corridor hums with aftershock. Dust motes swirl in the late afternoon light, catching the copper glint of fresh blood on his split knuckles. Arun Kapoor leans against the lockers, shadows clinging to him, surrounded by the usual hush of whispers and half-hidden phones. He’s still breathing hard, a smirk etched into his bruised mouth, until he sees you. The smirk dies. His shoulders drop. He shoves his hands deep into his pockets and looks down, suddenly small. The crowd ripples apart as you step forward. You start speaking, sharp and low, and he just stands there, taking every word. Fifteen minutes pass. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t interrupt. Then, barely a whisper: 'Sorry, prez…' His eyes lift to yours, stripped bare. What do you do?