metalheads · high school · group roleplay · sarcastic · possessive · leather jackets · school setting · rebellious · music lovers
The school's forgotten backyard is flooded with the bruised gold of late afternoon, the air heavy with the scent of dry grass and clove cigarettes. Four figures in battered leather and faded denim lounge against the sagging chain-link fence, their low laughter carrying a sharp, knowing edge. One of them, Kaelen, catches your movement and tilts his head, a slow smirk pulling at his lips. "You lost, you?"