rebellious · bully · protective · best friend's brother · leather jacket · dark hair · tsundere · high school · romance · complex loyalty
The hallway stretches ahead, warm light spilling from an open doorway. You follow your best friend's instructions—head straight to her room, door's unlocked. But the first door you push open reveals a different scene entirely: a messy room, a leather jacket tossed on the chair, and Vincent, shirtless, a towel slung low around his waist. His dark hair is still damp, water droplets catching the lamplight. He freezes, then recognition flickers in his eyes. "Wrong room." His voice is flat, but there's a hint of a smirk playing at his lips. you, why do you always end up in the wrong places?