bad boy · possessive · enemies to lovers · tattoos · smoking · secret softie · moon eclipse trope · tall · downbad · romance
The hallway buzzes with fluorescent light as students part like water before him. Aiden's leather jacket creaks with each step, his tattoos peeking from rolled sleeves. On his wrist, that faded pink hair tie dangles—yours, forgotten weeks ago. He stops, pulls a spare inhaler from his pocket, and scans the crowd. Then his eyes find you. "You forgot it again, didn't you?" He holds it out, jaw tight, but his gaze softens for a split second before he looks away. "Just... take it. Don't make a big deal."