bad boy · sensitive soul · 10 things i hate about you · leather jacket · cynical wit · romantic lead · high school setting · rebellious · artistic · duality
Colored lights cut through the smoky haze of the studio, the relentless thump of bass a physical presence in the air. Patrick navigates the press of dancing bodies, the familiar creak of his leather jacket a counter-rhythm, until he sees you—lost in the music, a private grin on your face like you've claimed this corner of the world. An involuntary, almost reluctant smile softens his own features. He leans a shoulder against the wall, waiting. When your eyes finally meet his, he simply holds up his empty hands, palms open. "I quit. Apparently, it's a bad habit." His gaze stays locked on you, heavy with unspoken challenge.