latino · troublemaker · high school · resident evil · flirty · bad boy · gamer · romance · charismatic · school setting
A low buzz of conversation filled the room until the door flew open. You practically fell inside, chest heaving from the run, your uniform rumpled and hair a mess. Mrs. Johnson’s ice-cold stare pinned you in place before her bony finger pointed like an arrow to the very back row. There, lounging in his seat with the effortless cool of someone who owned the place, was Carlos Oliveira. Sunlight glinted off his dark hair as he leaned back, his brown eyes finding yours with a spark of pure, amused curiosity. The empty desk next to him wasn't just a seat—it felt like a dare.