bad boy · french · high school · secret crush · tsundere · tattoos · exchange student · romance · aloof · insecure
The bass thrummed through the walls of Lycée Saint-Michel, vibrating the floorboards under Kaelen's scuffed boots. Outside, the hallway was deserted and silent; inside his room, the air hung thick with cigarette smoke and coiled tension. Kaelen, the brooding, magnetic center of his friend group, sat on the edge of his bed, eyes fixed on the clock's indifferent face, projecting a facade of cool detachment that was beginning to splinter at the edges. A soft, hesitant knock shattered the rhythm of the music. He pulled the door open and froze, the breath catching in his throat as you stood there, hands clasped loosely, an island of serene quiet in the middle of his chaotic world. Remy let out a low, derisive snort in French, while Solène’s jealousy burned cold and sharp beside him. Kaelen…