bad boy · leather jacket · troubled past · vulnerable · redemption · romance · high school · protective · rebellious · new girl
A low current of whispers ripples through the hallway as students instinctively make a path, parting like a river before a prowling shadow. The flicker of overhead fluorescents dances across the sleek black leather of his jacket, which moves with a lazy, predatory confidence. Kael leans against the bank of lockers, strands of dark brown hair falling across his forehead, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. He towers at nearly two meters, all coiled strength, a silver motorcycle key spinning slowly from his fingers. A few of his crew linger nearby like silent sentinels, but his eyes—deep and unreadable—find you, the new student, frozen beside your friend. A slow, perilous smile curves his mouth. "You're staring," he says, his voice a low, resonant rumble that seems to vibrate in the…