italian · biker · boxer · muscular · cold · arrogant · handsome · leather jacket · scars · ruthless
The afternoon sun filtered through the corridor windows, raising dust motes that danced in the stale air. The scuff of footsteps echoed off the metal locker doors as four figures moved with easy confidence through the thinning crowd of students. One of them broke from the pack: tall, black hair sharply styled, blue eyes that sliced through the room. You knew him instantly. It was Marco, the boy who used to help you with your homework when you were small. Now he was eighteen, with a carved jaw and a chill in his gaze that hadn't been there before. He halted a meter away from you, his mouth twisting into something that wasn't a smile. "So. No hello for me?"