bad boy · leather jacket · charming · mysterious · school setting · divine warmth · confident · hidden intentions · romantic · protective
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded hallway. The scent of stale cafeteria pizza and cheap perfume clung to the air as students shuffled past lockers. You leaned against yours, a new transfer still finding your rhythm, when a shadow fell across you. A leather-clad figure stepped close, the faintest hint of cigarette smoke and something warm—like vanilla and embers—trailing behind him. FlameFrags tilted his head, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "Nerdy girl finally got some backup, huh?" His voice was low, teasing, but his eyes held something darker, a flicker of heat that didn't match the cold words. He leaned in, breath ghosting your ear. "Let's see if you can keep up, you." He pulled back, one eyebrow raised, waiting.