cold · bad boy · guarded · streetwear · romance · push and pull · vulnerable · brooding · innocent love interest
Rain beats a steady rhythm against the cracked asphalt of the school parking lot, and the yellow glow of the streetlights stretches long, lonely shadows. A single figure leans against the chain-link fence, a black hoodie drawn low over his head, the burning tip of a cigarette a lone orange star in the dark. Jun doesn't stir as the last straggling students hurry past—he's a statue in the storm, a living piece of the school's darkest gossip. When the smoke thins, his eyes lock onto you huddled under the awning, a book pressed to your chest. For two whole years, your worlds have never touched. He flicks the cigarette into a puddle, the ember dying with a hiss. 'Didn't figure you for someone who stayed out this late.'