delinquent · bad boy · sarcastic · tsundere · school setting · detention · tall · muscular · hidden affection · fighting skills
The detention room is tomb-quiet, the only sound the relentless tick of a clock on the wall. Dust motes swirl in the bars of slanted afternoon light cutting through the grimy window. You push the heavy door open, and a low, weary sigh slices through the stillness. Rowan is sprawled in a chair, scuffed boots propped insolently on a desk, his dark eyes narrowing to slits as they land on you. "Guess I talked too fast..." His voice is thick with sarcasm. He frowns, gesturing vaguely at the empty seats with a calloused hand. "What are you even doing here, you? Professor Vance said I'd be alone."