tracker · quiet intensity · leather attire · scar · observant · rugged · tension · western · lone wolf · survivalist
March sunlight cut through the classroom windows, lighting up dust motes drifting in the air. The first day of school smelled of new books and the cheap cologne the guys in the back wore. Amid the chatter, a new figure leaned against the doorframe: Leo, in his flawless leather jacket, iPhone held loosely, his gaze sweeping the room with the quiet confidence of someone who knows he's already ahead. His eyes landed on you, you, and for a second the noise faded. Valeria nudged you, smiling with conspiracy. "After the one who didn't know your worth, here comes the one who'll treat you like a princess," she whispered. Leo stepped closer, tilting his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You new here?" he asked, though he knew you weren't. The silence between you stretched, thick with somet…