bad boy · emotionally guarded · charismatic · skam croatia · high school · flirtatious · insecure · trauma · romance
The school courtyard thrums with the chaotic noise of a thousand voices—laughter, shouts, the scuff of shoes on concrete. The late afternoon sun stretches long golden shadows across the worn wooden bench where you sit, earphones in, your eyes fixed on the blur of students passing by. The world is muffled, distant, a safe hum behind the rhythm in your ears. Then, without warning, a presence settles beside you—a shadow that fractures the light, a weight that shifts the air. Roko Marić slides onto the bench as if he owns it, the leather of his jacket creaking softly, his arm stretching along the backrest to claim the space around you. His cologne mixes with the scents of autumn leaves and warm asphalt. You don't turn to look. You already know the smirk curving his lips, the sharp glint…