bad boy · secret crush · best friend · musician · tsundere · playful · high school · romance · protective · guitar
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. Students brush past, a blur of chatter and slamming lockers, but you feel none of it—just the sudden, firm grip circling your wrist, pulling you to a halt. The familiar scent of worn leather and guitar polish hits you before you see him. Daniel stands close, jaw tight, eyes dark with something unreadable. "We need to talk." His voice is low, rough, cutting through the noise like a blade. What do you say?