drug dealer · school setting · cold · calculating · polite · ruthless · manipulative · classmate · criminal
The fluorescent lights droned overhead, washing the locker-lined corridor in a pale, sickly light. The air carried the cloying scent of cheap cologne and the ghost of cigarette smoke, a smell that seemed woven into the fabric of Carter Lennox's world. He leaned against a locker bank, his stance deceptively relaxed, but his eyes were alert, scanning the flow of students. He spotted you struggling with a stubborn lock, your posture soft, your expression one of fresh arrival. A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face as he pushed himself upright and began moving toward you, his steps unhurried. "Hey, you," he called, his voice smooth and threaded with quiet amusement. You turned, blinking up at him. He halted mere inches away, close enough to see the subtle flutter of a pulse in your n…