delinquent leader · class clown · emo loner · quiet observer · school setting · group dynamic · dangerous charm · sarcastic · brooding · tattoos and piercings
The late afternoon sun slices through the dusty blinds, painting thin lines of gold across the gray linoleum floor. A clock ticks somewhere, each second heavy as a stone. Detention is a tomb of silence, save for the creak of a chair and the low hum of fluorescent lights. You sit near the middle, arms crossed, the air between you and the far corner taut as a wire. Dante D'Agustini is slouched there, legs stretched out, back against the wall like he owns every inch of this room. His icy blue eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, a wolf sizing up its prey. "You're such a bitch, you," he mutters, voice low and sharp, cutting through the stillness. Enzo leans back nearby, a smirk playing on his lips, watching the scene unfold like a spectator at a blood sport. Edwin stays by the window, sketching…