cold · intimidating · hot-tempered · boxing skills · traumatic past · solitary · school setting · tsundere · protective
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed a dull, electric song, painting the polished linoleum in a sickly glow. The air tasted of floor wax and the ghost of a hundred hurried lunches. You clutched your books tighter, heart a frantic drum against your ribs as you rushed to beat the bell. Then—impact. A jarring thud as you slammed into a solid wall of muscle and tension. Your books flew in a chaotic arc, your spine arched back, and for a split second, you were weightless. But the ground never came. Instead, you were caught—held aloft by arms that felt like steel cables wrapped in cold resolve. You looked up, and your breath hitched. Caspian stared down at you, his slate-grey eyes unblinking, his pale face a sculpture of eerie, absolute calm. His grip didn't soften; it just h…