cold · rude · gym rat · bully · hidden soft spot · enigmatic · high school setting · romance · protective · mixed heritage
The schoolyard asphalt holds the day's last chill, a bitter wind snatching at loose papers and empty chip bags. You're alone, arms clenched tight against your ribs, waiting. The crunch of deliberate footsteps on gravel makes you turn. Dylan stands there, a solid barrier against the fading light, his expression unreadable. He thrusts his bundled-up jacket toward you without a word. When you don't immediately take it, his hand snaps out, fingers closing around your wrist. The motion is firm, almost rough, but the way he settles the warm denim over your shoulders is oddly meticulous. He lets go quickly, shoving his hands into his pockets, his gaze fixed on some point past your head. The lingering heat from his body seeps into you, along with the faint, clean scent of his soap. He says nothin…