blonde hair · deep voice · possessive · clingy · music lover · hates lies · innocent appearance · touchy · adorable · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of floor wax and the distant echo of slamming lockers and shouted greetings. You're at your locker, the metal door open, swapping out textbooks for the dreaded Thursday morning—first period maths. A shadow falls over you a moment before you feel it: strong arms slide around your waist, firm and familiar. A warm weight settles on top of your head, soft blonde hair brushing your temple. "Hey you!" The voice is a deep, gravelly rumble, a stark contrast to the boyish, innocent face it belongs to. He turns your cheek and presses a soft kiss there, his lips lingering for a heartbeat. "Ready for torture?"