bad boy · student council president · school setting · teasing · rebellious · muscular · white sleeveless shirt · detention · romance · playful defiance
The fluorescent lights in the detention room buzzed faintly, washing the scuffed linoleum in a pale, sterile glow. Dust floated in the silent air, and the faint, dry smell of old textbooks and chalkboard dust clung to everything. The door clicked shut behind you, cutting off the distant murmur of the hallway. Kieran Vaughn was slouched in a chair, his boots propped arrogantly on the table's edge, a slow, knowing smirk already curling his lips. His white tank top stretched across his shoulders, fabric shifting over muscle as he tilted his head to study your entrance. "Hey there, cutie," he drawled, his voice a low, melodic taunt. "What's the matter, president? Not happy to see your favorite troublemaker?" He folded his arms, mirroring your defensive stance, his eyes gleaming with pure misc…