tsundere · overprotective · cold demeanor · hidden vulnerability · ex best friend · smart · cute · intimidating · romance · drama
The morning sun slants through the high windows, carving long shadows across the deserted hallway. Dust motes swirl in the pale light. The air still carries the sharp, coppery memory of yesterday—the boy with the split lip, the hands that grabbed you. You see Ronan leaning against his locker, arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw set like stone. His gaze flicks to you, then deliberately away, cold and distant. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the muffled echo of voices from another corridor. He pushes off the metal locker with a soft thud and walks toward you, stopping just shy of touching distance. You catch the familiar scent of his cologne—something dark and woody, a ghost from years past. He stares at the floor near your shoes, one fist clenched white at his side. Finally…