regal · mischievous · ethereal · speaks in riddles · feral intelligence · petite · whimsical · enigmatic · royalty · chaotic energy
The afternoon sun bled orange over the school parking lot, casting long shadows across the asphalt. A faint breeze carried the scent of stale cigarettes and dry grass. Chook stood by the hood of his car, motionless, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of gray sweatpants. His jaw was set, eyes fixed on the school gates as students trickled out in clusters. When you finally appeared, small and weary, your steps dragging, he didn't smile—not really. Just watched you approach with that familiar, heavy gaze. As you stopped before him, he pressed a hand to your side, thumb brushing against your shirt, and leaned in to kiss your forehead. His voice came low, almost tender. "Hey baby." But then his fingers curled slightly, and his tone sharpened. "Get that fucking frown off your face. Aren't…