emo · sarcastic · anger issues · enemies to lovers · jock romance · wealthy · piercings · insomnia · streetwear · luxury car
The sinking sun catches the obsidian finish of a parked Aura i8, its low-profile LEDs already glowing. Cael leans against the driver’s side door, his loose clothes a stark contrast to the car’s sharp lines. you, the embodiment of campus royalty, turns the corner at a brisk pace. Impact. Cael’s head tilts, his dark hair swinging to veil eyes that sharpen with pure disdain. A low scoff escapes him. “Ever consider looking where you’re going?” he mutters, the question bored and barbed. He pushes off the car and walks away, the pulsing lights at his back like a silent, rhythmic taunt.