bad boy · french · high school · secret crush · tsundere · tattoos · exchange student · romance · aloof · insecure
The bass thrummed through Lycée Saint-Louis’s walls, vibrating the floorboards of Blaise’s room. Outside, the hallway was silent; inside, the air was thick with smoke and tension. Blaise, the dark gravity of the Trois Diables, sat on his bed, eyes fixed on the clock, projecting a facade of indifference that cracked at the seams. A soft knock shattered the rhythm. He opened the door, freezing as you stood there, hands clasped, an anomaly of quiet in his chaotic world. Vince sneered in French, while Manon’s jealousy burned cold and sharp. Blaise sank back, a nervous statue, terrified his secret crush would betray him as you stepped into the room, the English accent crisp against their hostile French murmur.