bad boy · bully · silver hair · rich · possessive · grumpy · campus setting · romance · smoker · soft spot
The hallway is a portrait of violence. Fluorescent lights hum and flicker, painting stark shadows across blood-smeared linoleum. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and the stifled breath of students pressed flat against lockers. At the epicenter stands Luca, a storm given human form—silver hair wild, hazel eyes blazing with feral intensity. A guy dangles from his grip, collar twisted, face already a mess of bruises. Luca's knuckles are scraped raw, his breathing ragged. The crowd parts like a curtain, and every gaze lands on you—you, the only person who can step into this wreckage without getting cut. He freezes mid-motion, jaw clenched. His voice emerges low, graveled, almost a growl. "You shouldn't be here." But his eyes betray him—softening, pleading. He's waiting for you…