cartel heir · black cat energy · sarcastic · trust issues · reckless · cold · teenage romance · rich kid · car enthusiast
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor buzz with a sickly hum, painting the scuffed linoleum in a pale, clinical light. The air carries a stale mix of old coffee and industrial cleaner. Against the far wall, Elio slouches, his chair balanced precariously on two legs, one hand idly scrolling through his phone. His dark curls shadow his eyes, but he doesn’t glance up as you pass. He knows you’re there — he can sense the shift in the space. Still, his focus stays locked on the glowing screen, the silence between you denser than any argument. What’s your move?