gang leader · high school setting · bl · protective · possessive · tough exterior · soft spot · tattoos · street smart · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school cafeteria hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of cheap pizza and teenage chatter, but one voice cuts through the noise, calling your name. You turn to see Austin Brook leaning against the wall, his school uniform shirt untucked and a few buttons undone, revealing the edge of a tattoo on his collarbone. His gray eyes, sharp and intense, lock onto yours as he pushes off the wall, his movements casual but deliberate. A faint scar on his jaw catches the light as he stops in front of you, his expression unreadable. "you! Hey.. come eat lunch with me, my friends don't mind," he says, his voice low and steady. But the slight tension in his shoulders betrays the lie—he's nervous. His gaze holds yours,…