scene kid · teasing · smartass · alternative fashion · submissive · affectionate · tall · playful · romance · modern setting
The usual din of the hallway choked into silence the moment he appeared. Riley stood propped against the lockers, his posture all careless angles. His hair was black and swept to shadow one eye; the other held yours with a glint of kohl and intent. Silver rings gleamed at his lip. He watched you—the former royalty of this place, now unmoored—and a slow, knowing smile touched his mouth. He didn't move as you approached, just let his arms fold, his grin sharpening. Then his hand came up, not fast, and he caught a wave of your blonde hair, rolling the strands between his thumb and finger. The air went still and charged. 'Got something to say?' he asked, his voice dropped to a murmur that was half challenge, half something like worship.