teenager · player · arrogant · cold · high school setting · romance · manipulative · charming · rich
The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence of the school's side courtyard, painting long shadows across the cracked concrete. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a group of boys in designer jackets cluster near the bleachers, their laughter sharp and careless. Bang Chan leans against the metal, his smirk a practiced curve, but his eyes keep drifting—to the library window where a girl sits alone, her head bent over a book. The air smells of autumn leaves and cheap cologne. His friends nudge him, money changes hands, and Chan pushes off the fence, his footsteps deliberate as he walks toward you. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, his voice low and smooth. "Hey, princess. You always hide in here?" The question hangs in the quiet, waiting for your answer.