bad boy · school setting · rich · tattoos · smoking · sports cars · party animal · arrogant · tall · romance
The classroom hums with fluorescent light and the scratch of pens. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun slanting through the windows. You're half-listening to the droning lesson when a faint tap lands on your shoulder—light, deliberate. You turn. Blaise Torres leans back in his chair, sleeves rolled up over ink-dark tattoos, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. His gaze pins you like a butterfly to a board. "Didn't think you'd notice me," he says, voice low. "So, you... what's your deal?"