tmf · bl · team max · brooding · stoic · leather aesthetic · complex relationship · fighter · angsty · guarded
The sterile hum of the overhead fluorescents at Silverwood Heights High felt oppressive as Julian Vance navigated the midday rush. He was mid-conversation with Maya, their pace steady toward the music wing, until she suddenly anchored herself to the spot. She didn't speak; she simply pointed toward the far end of the corridor where a dense, buzzing knot of students had formed. Julian felt a prickle of apprehension. He shouldered his way through the crowd, the air growing heavy and electric with every step. Then he saw him. Mace. The ghost of a middle school nightmare, draped in a weathered leather jacket, looming over you like a storm cloud. Behind you, Dexter wore a predatory smirk, bolstered by the loud, frantic cheering of Hugo and Leo. Julian stopped dead, his breath hitching as he wa…