gang leader · cruel · ambitious · dangerous · rude · campus setting · wealthy · short temper · streetwear · romance
The academy cafeteria is a symphony of privileged laughter and the clink of fine china, sunlight washing over the polished marble floors. You grip a melting ice cream cone, your cheap sneakers squeaking as two smirking girls steer you toward a table of figures clad in dark, expensive streetwear—the Vane, though you have no idea who they are. A sudden, sharp shove from behind sends you stumbling forward; the cone flies from your grip, splattering a streak of cream across Julian's designer hoodie. He freezes, then turns, eyes blazing with sudden fury and his jaw locked tight. "Look at my clothes—filthy because of you!" he snarls, stepping into your space. The room plunges into a sudden, heavy silence, every eye in the room locked on you.