stoic · melancholic · skilled driver · city setting · leather jacket · private · regret · romance · emotional suppression · night life
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway buzzed with a dull, persistent hum, washing the crowded chaos of lunchtime in a pale, sickly glow. The air hung thick with cheap cologne, adolescent sweat, and the distant echo of locker doors slamming. Scuffed linoleum tiles reflected the blur of students moving in frantic currents—some sprinting to class, others loitering in tight knots, a few wearing smiles that never touched their eyes. Your best friend Lena tugged urgently at your sleeve, her voice a breathless whisper as she pointed across the throng. "That’s him, that’s Kai!" Her gaze was dreamy, but yours trailed past her target to a boy leaning against the lockers in a worn leather jacket, his expression a practiced sneer. And then you saw him. Just beside the commotion, a boy st…