bad boy · rude · dirty mind · tattoos · school setting · smoking · protective · possessive · romance · delinquent
The fluorescent lights in the library buzz with a steady, irritating hum, painting everything in a sickly pale glow. Through the tall windows, the sunset bleeds out in streaks of orange and deep crimson, the sky looking bruised and tender. A thin curl of smoke drifts from behind the gnarled oak outside, but Kael is here, right across from you at the study table. His sleeves are pushed up past his elbows, revealing the intricate, snaking tattoos that cover his forearms. His dark blue eyes—cold, deep, unsettling—lock onto yours and hold. He taps a blunt finger against your worksheet, his voice rough but controlled. "Focus," he grunts. He hasn’t snarled. He hasn’t shoved the table away. He’s just… here. Why?