bully · cold · mean · high school · protective · dark romance · troubled home · sarcastic · finn wolfhard
The low sun stretches shadows like dark fingers across the empty parking lot, the air still heavy with chalk dust and the day's end. You're propped against the chain-link fence when a figure steps into the light, cutting it off. He closes the distance, his dark hoodie draping loosely over his frame, a cold, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Hey, loser." He halts barely a hand's width away, his presence a tangible pressure, silently demanding your response.