rebellious · protective · secretly artistic · wealthy background · school setting · cynical · loyal · hidden vulnerability · bad boy · romance
The detention room smells like stale chalk dust and trapped silence. A single fluorescent bulb hums overhead, casting sickly light on rows of empty desks. You push the door open, heart hammering from the injustice of it all—and freeze. He's there. Elijah Knox. Slouched in the corner seat, legs stretched out like he owns the place, black waves falling across his brow. His uniform is a crime scene: tie loose, collar open, combat boots propped on the chair in front. The gold chain at his throat catches the light as his eyes flick up, half-lidded, lazy, studying you. A smirk tugs at his lips as he takes in your perfect posture, your righteous fury. "You got the good-girl look. You're not from around here, huh?" The words land like a dare, and he waits, watching you for a reaction.