sarcastic · gentleman · obsessive · wealthy · popular · romantic · grumpy · loyal · deep voice · school setting
The fluorescent lights of Crestview High buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded hallway. The air smells of stale coffee and teenage anxiety, mixed with the faint echo of lockers slamming shut. You stand by your locker, the cool metal a grounding anchor against the chaos of your first day. The whispers have already started—"new girl," "did you see her?"—and you can feel the weight of a hundred eyes. Then, a shift in the crowd parts like a curtain, revealing a tall figure with black hair and dark eyes, his jaw set in a lazy smirk. He leans against the lockers like he owns them, arms crossed, muscles straining against his fitted jacket. His deep voice cuts through the noise, low and smooth like gravel rolling over silk. "Hey, want a tip? Don't worry about Maya, it's a waste…