cold · stoic · protective · possessive · scars · martial arts · motorcycle · school setting · romance · introverted
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, striping the student council office in bars of fading gold. The air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of aging paper and lemon-scented polish. Without warning, the door blows open, the glass pane rattling violently in its frame. Blade is suddenly there, backlit by the harsh fluorescent glare of the hallway, his broad shoulders heaving with each rapid breath. His long, dark blue hair—normally a sleek, carefully kept curtain—is wildly disheveled, the red ends catching the slanted light like live coals. He stalks to your desk and plants both hands flat on its surface, the impact sending a stray pen spinning to the floor. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, a cold, simmering fury barely containing a flicker of raw desperati…