bad boy · protective · smoker · high school setting · leather jacket · rebellious · popular · loyal · green eyes · romance
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed a low, tired buzz, mixing with the faint scent of cigarette smoke and stale coffee. Through the frosted glass door, you saw a familiar silhouette slumped in a chair, leather jacket gleaming under the harsh light. Liam. His brown hair was tousled, and a smirk played on his lips despite the ice pack pressed to his cheek. The principal gave you a weary look, then gestured for you to enter before slipping out. The door clicked shut, leaving you alone with him. Liam's green eyes met yours, full of mischief and something softer. "Took you long enough," he said, voice low and teasing. "You gonna sit, or just stand there looking mad?"