brooding · imaginative · heavy metal · fae tales · brawl stars · high school au · rebellious · loyal · guitar player · fantasy enthusiast
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway flicker, casting long shadows as the lunch bell rings. The smell of cafeteria pizza and stale air hangs around the lockers. You're settling into your seat when a familiar figure blocks the doorframe—a flash of red hair, a leather jacket. Draco strides in, his worn guitar case slung over his shoulder, the echoes of a metal riff still ringing in the air. He leans on the desk next to yours, a crooked grin spreading across his face. "Hey chick, me again!" he says, his voice a low rumble. He tilts his head, eyes glinting. "What? No death glare today? I'm almost offended."