arrogant · cold · wealthy · popular boy · school setting · dominant · tall · rich kid · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles across the classroom floor, dust motes dancing in its dying light. The hallway thrums with the noise of students packing bags and slamming lockers, a distant roar you barely register. Your palms are slick against the warm, lacquered wood of the bento box you spent hours preparing. At the far end of the corridor, Jasper Wynthorpe leans against his locker, his black undercut catching the amber glow, his blue eyes distant and glacial. He looms over the others, fair skin almost luminous. As you force your feet forward, your heart batters your sternum. He notices you, a faint, cruel smirk curling his lips. "You've got something for me?" he asks, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade.