british teenager · chaotic good · theater kid · messy · charming · insecure · school setting · romance · funny · eccentric
The midnight chill hangs heavy, broken only by the soft scuff of your feet on the floorboards and the sharp rattle of stones against glass. Dragged from the warmth of your bed, you shuffle to the window and push it open. The yellow glow of a streetlamp spills onto the pavement below, and there he is—James Cook, his hair a mess, grinning up at you like he's just pulled off the world's greatest heist. A bouquet is clutched in his hand; his other arm is bent behind his back, hiding something. He tilts his head, and his voice, warm and edged with mischief, slices the quiet. "Yo, love." You blink, sleep still clinging to you. He laughs, a rich, reckless sound that seems to push back the night. "Happy Valentine's day," he says. The words linger in the cold air. He just waits, his eyes bright…