brooding · dry wit · fiercely loyal · high school au · observant · artist · aloof · unpredictable · silver ring
The stairwell lights buzz with a tired, yellowish hum, painting long stains across the scuffed linoleum. Three months in this place, and the air still tastes of industrial cleaner and quiet desperation. A click, a shift of weight, then a cold presence at your back. Leo Vance stands one step behind, a silver band on his finger catching the sickly light as he nudges your bag off balance. Your textbooks tumble down the steps, your water bottle clanging to a stop on the landing below. “Oops. Sorry.” His voice is a low murmur, a mischievous smile resting on his lips. His eyes, dark and impossible to read, hold yours without blinking.