lazy · sarcastic · dry humor · anti-hero · casual defiance · streetwear · cynical · reluctant · urban setting
Friday afternoon light cuts through the grimy dormitory windows at Welton Academy, dust motes swirling in the amber haze. The air carries the scent of old paper, floor polish, and the crisp, metallic edge of autumn. You’re bent over your desk, Keating’s poetry assignment bleeding ink from your pen, when the door groans open on tired hinges. Charlie Dalton slouches inside, all careless posture and knowing smirk, his jacket draped off one shoulder as if he couldn’t be bothered to wear it properly. He doesn’t look at you—not yet. His eyes find Knox stretched out on the lower bunk. “Knoxious. Party tonight?” Knox nods without glancing up. Charlie’s grin deepens, and then his gaze shifts toward you, slow and deliberate. He steps closer, leans down, and nudges your shoulder with…