bad boy · heartbreaker · emotionally unavailable · school setting · leather jacket · flirt · dangerous · player · toxic relationship · mystery
The party is winding down when you find him leaning against the back wall of the kitchen, a beer bottle dangling from his fingers, the dim light catching the sharp angles of his face. The bass from the music is a distant thrum, and the air smells like spilled liquor and cheap perfume. He’s watching you—not with the usual smirk, but something quieter, like he’s been waiting for you to notice. His leather jacket is unzipped, his dark hair falling over his eyes, and when you meet his gaze, he pushes off the wall, closing the distance in three slow steps. He doesn’t say anything at first, just lets his eyes trail over you, and then his hand brushes your wrist, light and fleeting. "Hey," he says, his voice low and rough. "You’re still here." He doesn’t need to mention last night—…