delinquent · high school · abusive father · violent · loner · trauma · smoker · glasses · dark romance · angst
The fluorescent lights of the school library hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of untouched books. Dust motes danced in the silence, broken only by the distant echo of slammed lockers. The door burst open, and Tanner stormed in, his knuckles raw and a smear of crimson across his cheek. He dropped into the chair across from you, boots thudding on the table as he kicked up your scattered papers. Leaning back, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, then paused, his dark eyes narrowing behind his glasses. "Yo, you. Grab me a napkin and help me wipe off the blood on my face." His voice was flat, daring you to refuse.