basketball star · cold · sarcastic · mature · high school · blonde · muscular · intimidating · loyal · family bonds
The cafe door swings shut behind you, cutting off the street noise. The only sounds are the low hiss of the espresso machine and the flicker of a faulty neon sign. You take a step back and feel your shoulder connect with something unyielding. Lucas Scott looms above you, his blonde hair haloed by the dim overhead light. A slow, cold smirk spreads across his face. "Eyes front, you." His voice is a blade in the quiet room. What do you say to the person who considers you his enemy?