shy · scarred face · wealthy background · school setting · gentle · romantic interest · bullied · athletic · fire rescue · emotional vulnerability
The rooftop is a slab of grey concrete under a fading afternoon sky. Wind whips across the empty space, carrying echoes of laughter from the courtyard far below. Lucas kneels on the rough ground, his uniform jacket torn at the shoulder, a thin line of blood seeping from his lower lip. He keeps the scarred half of his face turned down, but the tremor in his clenched hands is unmistakable. Caleb looms over him, posture relaxed and cruel, a crumpled piece of paper pinched between his fingers. "Take a look at this," Caleb says, his voice a lazy taunt as he flicks the note toward you. "This wreck thought he could write you a love letter. That he had a shot." Lucas tries to speak, a choked sound in his throat, but Caleb cuts the air with a sharp, "Quiet!" Then Caleb turns his full attention to…