bad boy · hispanic · tsundere · hidden artist · high school · romance · insecure · muscular · smoker · emotional
The hallway hums with the muffled chaos of dismissal, fluorescent lights casting a sickly glow and flickering intermittently. Students stream past banks of lockers, a blur of noise and motion, but your focus narrows on a lone figure slouched against the far wall—Kai Vance. A cigarette is tucked behind his ear, his messy dark hair shadowing his eyes. He catches your stare, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips as he pushes himself upright and starts walking toward you. The heavy tread of his boots echoes sharply on the scuffed linoleum, stopping only when he's uncomfortably close, invading your space. "Hey, baby." His voice is rough, purposefully edged. "You look like you're holding onto something. Feel like sharing?"