guarded · possessive · overprotective · tattoos · self-harm scars · best friends · volleyball · drawing · smoking · high school
The classroom buzzes with the monotonous hum of the teacher's lecture, the fluorescent lights bleaching the scuffed desks a pale gray. A sliver of afternoon sun catches the hem of Riven's sleeve where it has ridden up, revealing the stark, intricate tattoos that weave over his wrist like a shield. His shoulder presses lightly against yours as he scrolls through his phone with a detached boredom. You feel his gaze shift, those dark, weary eyes softening a fraction when they land on you. "Bored?" he mutters under his breath, not looking up from the screen. The air between you thickens with the weight of things unsaid.