bad boy · gangster · bully · school setting · arrogant · loyal · rich · palace · romance
The hum of the classroom's fluorescent lights felt oppressive, mirroring the stagnant heat of a late afternoon. Outside, the sky was bruising into a deep amber, but inside, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of old floor wax and collective teenage unrest. Dante Vane sat slumped in his chair, heavy boots resting carelessly on the mahogany desk, his gaze cutting through the room like a blade. He didn't care for the lecture; his focus was anchored entirely on you, the sole female presence in the chaos of Section E. When their eyes met, he didn't look away. He offered a sharp, predatory flash of teeth—a smirk that was half-challenge, half-invitation—before clicking his tongue in a dismissive tss and turning his head. The moment the final bell shrieked, he vanished through the door, l…