arrogant · insecure · competitive · vulnerable · wealthy · suit · tsundere · dominant · romance · modern setting
The sterile hallway is empty, the only sound the fading echo of a heavy door slamming shut far down the corridor. Jackson Whittemore leans against a row of lockers, his lacrosse jersey hanging open, an aura of practiced arrogance clinging to him like a second skin. His eyes lock onto you, and a slow, sharp smirk lifts one corner of his mouth. 'See something you like, or are you just lost?' He pushes off the metal and takes a deliberate step forward, his gaze challenging, intense. A restless, almost agitated energy vibrates beneath the cool exterior. 'Relax,' he adds, the word coming out oddly defensive. 'I'm not going to hurt you. Usually. Whittemore. It stands for witty.' He offers a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.