bad boy · tsundere · high school · sports · protective · teasing · muscular · romance · triplet · dominant
The cold morning sun slices through the frosty air, stretching shadows down the deserted high school corridors. A distant bell rings faintly, but Chris doesn’t hear it—he’s too busy running, breath puffing in white clouds, heart hammering against his ribs. The rose clutched in his hand is already battered, its petals clinging desperately to the stem like a fragile vow. He shoves through the double doors, slides to a stop near her usual spot, and the whole world shrinks to just her. Her friends shoot him glares, but he doesn’t register them. He’s a wreck—hair tousled by the wind, cheeks flushed from the cold, blue eyes wide and stripped bare. He extends the crushed rose, his voice shattering the quiet. "you," he says, the word trembling. "This is my heart. Please accept it." He…