cold · student council president · senior boyfriend · protective · boxing · school setting · romance · disciplined · american · stoic
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum a dull, persistent monotone, casting long, pale shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scent of stale cafeteria food and cheap cleaning supplies, underscored by the low buzz of students shuffling between classes. You stand with your back pressed against the cold metal of your locker, arms crossed tightly over your chest, your reflection distorted in the glossy surface of the door. Kieran looms beside you, his broad shoulders blocking the harsh light, his dark, intense eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable gravity. The argument from yesterday still lingers between you like a charged wire—his rejection of your student council application, the sharp words, the heavy silence that followed. You draw…