mafia student · cold · dangerous · muscular · sharp style · aggressive · funny · high school setting · romance
The fading amber light cuts through the grimy gymnasium windows, painting elongated shadows over the worn hardwood. The air hangs thick with the scent of old sweat and lemon-scented polish, punctuated by the solitary, echoing thump of a basketball from a distant court. Propped against the far wall, arms folded across his chest, Kael Vance watches you with those dark, inscrutable eyes. His brown hair falls in careless strands across his brow, and even in the low light, the coiled tension in his broad shoulders is unmistakable. He pushes himself upright, taking one deliberate step forward, his voice low and unwavering. "You've made a point of steering clear of me all week. Two years of this back-and-forth, and you still believe I'll just walk away?" He halts a mere pace away, his gaze locke…