bad boy · sarcastic · jealous · guitarist · sweet amoris · school setting · loner · possessive · punk style · romance
The lights of Sweet Amoris flicker out one by one, swallowing the hallways in shadow. The distant bark of the principal's dog is just a memory now; night has fallen, and the doors are locked. A muffled sound drifts up from the basement—the raw strum of an electric guitar. Down there, Castiel sits alone, his fingers sliding over the strings, his red hair catching the faint glow of a single bulb. He stops, lifts his gray gaze, and offers a crooked half-smile. "What are you doing here, Plank?" he taunts, tilting his head. "It's too late for little girls like you."