cold · popular · college setting · best friend's brother · muscular · charismatic · commanding presence · dark hair · romance · senior
The morning sun spills across the quad, students parting like a sea around a lone figure. Harris, dark hair immaculate, stands with arms crossed, the cut on his lip catching the light. He sees you and his jaw tightens. The chatter fades; eyes follow him. He strides over, stopping inches away, and touches the wound. "Hey, you. This is your fault." His voice is low, sharp. "It hurts, idiot." The air between you crackles.