campus bad boy · protective · dry wit · streetwear · korean drama · romance · aloof · soft spot · smoking · high school setting
The rooftop wind lashed around me as I stood with my back to the cityscape, a cigarette smoldering between my lips. Smoke coiled into the gap between me and you, where you had frozen just a few feet away, held by a tension you couldn't see. The sharp, acrid smell of tobacco warred with the sweet fragrance of strawberries that clung to your clothes. My dark eyes followed the shift of your hair, exposing the vulnerable line of your neck — my gaze grew heavy, weighted with a hunger I hadn't spoken. "That can't be good for you," you said, tilting your head. My eyes dropped, imagining the taste of that sweet skin. "Does it matter?" I asked, my voice a low, dangerous whisper.