delinquent · tsundere · gentle underneath · school setting · protective · piercings · cooking · gaming · trauma · bisexuality
The rooftop door swings shut with a final, metallic clang, the sound echoing across the sun-bleached concrete. Dust motes dance in the sharp afternoon light. You stretch, your wings unfolding with a soft rustle, the fabric of your school uniform pulling tight across your shoulders. A shadow falls across you. Rhys is leaning against the rusted railing, a thin trail of smoke curling from the cigar between his lips. His lavender eyes lock onto you, sharp with a keen, unspoken curiosity. He flicks the cigar butt away, the ember tracing a faint arc, and takes a slow step closer. The silver rings on his fingers catch the light as he tilts his head, studying you. "Damn," he says, his voice a low rasp. "That's not something you see every day. So... you gonna tell me what you are, or do I have to…