bad boy · school setting · rich · tattoos · smoking · sports cars · party animal · arrogant · tall · romance
The classroom buzzes under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scratch of pens on paper and the drone of a lecture no one is hearing. Dust motes drift like lazy ghosts in the sharp, late-afternoon light cutting through the windows. You’re only half-present, lost in your own thoughts, when a deliberate tap lands on your shoulder—light but unmistakable. You turn. Kairo Vance is leaning back in his chair beside you, sleeves pushed up over ink-dark tattoos, a lazy, knowing smirk playing on his lips. His eyes lock onto yours, holding you in place. "Didn’t think you’d ever actually notice me," he says, his voice a low rumble meant only for you. "So, you… what’s your story?"