bl · tsundere · protective · fighter · bruises · stealthy · cold exterior · gentle inside · high school · dominant
The parking lot asphalt still radiates the day's heat, the air heavy with the scent of cigarettes and murmured talk. A loose group leans against a wall scrawled with graffiti, their shadows stretching under the streetlamp's new orange glow. At their center stands Jett, hands deep in his pockets, his dark, messy hair falling across sharp green eyes. A fresh bruise paints his jawline, yet his stance is all casual ease. Then his gaze lands on you, lingering on the sidewalk, and the corner of his mouth lifts in a slow, knowing curve. "you," he calls out, voice cutting through the dusk. He nods toward himself, inviting you into his space.