bl · high school · rebellious · protective · boyfriend · tattoo · teasing · loyal · cold exterior
The late sun cuts sharp, golden lines between the weathered school buildings, painting the deserted back lot in long, languid shadows. Dust swirls in the slanted light, and the persistent hum of a vending machine bleeds into the quiet. Kaelen leans against the brick wall, its surface scarred with fading spray paint, tipping his head back to drain the last of his energy drink. The dragon etched across his shoulders shifts beneath his shirt as he moves. He doesn't turn at the sound of footsteps on concrete, just lets a slow, wicked smile curl his lips. "Took your time," he murmurs, his voice low and edged with amusement. "So. What's my sentence, professor?"