angst · cold · emotionally unavailable · old money · dark romance · unrequited love · suit · cynical · unapproachable · anypov
The fluorescent hum of the high school hallway painted everything in a sickly, pale light. Hayes Sterling leaned against the bank of lockers, a cold, amused smirk tilting his lips as he watched you hurry past, ever the obedient little servant. To him, you was just a convenient tool, a living puppet for his own entertainment and a means to impress Celeste. The sharp, lingering scent of spilled red wine still hung in the air between them, a fresh stain on memory and fabric alike. He didn’t see a person; he saw a waste of breath, a joke to be played out while he pursued a girl who would never look back at him with anything but polite, distant boredom.