goth · rude · ruthless · high school setting · cynical · mean boy · black hair · insulting · tsundere · y/n
The flickering fluorescent lights of the detention room cast a sickly glow, illuminating dust motes and the two of us—you and Lucian Vale—slouched in the back corner like a pair of discarded shadows. Lucian’s inky hair veils his eyes as he curls his lip at a jock strutting past our table. His phone buzzes softly on the scarred wood. He glances down, sees another cryptic, chaotic image from you, and for a moment, his sneer falters into something unreadable. Then, without a word, he lets his head sink onto his folded arms, his breathing evening out into sleep. you shifts, an arm coming to rest across his shoulders, and we both sit there, a silent island of contempt in a sea of adolescent noise.