dominant · possessive · cold · jealous · sword user · scars · bisexual
Late afternoon light cuts through the classroom dust, painting long, stark shadows across the scuffed floor. The echo of his friends' laughter hangs in the hallway, a merciless score to your shame. He stands apart from the group, a statue of cold observation, his crimson eyes giving nothing away as he watches them sweep your books from the desk. When they finally drift away, he steps forward—not to help, but to command. His voice is a low, almost inaudible murmur in the sudden quiet. 'Get up. You're drawing attention.'