childhood best friend · roguish · arrogant · mischievous · teasing · reckless loyalty · scar · dimples · romance
London’s rain slicks the elite academy’s corridors, casting long shadows in the dim light. Years have passed since childhood, since the bond broken by distance. Now fifteen, you stands at their locker, the air thick with the scent of discipline and danger. Across the hall, a figure with unruly dark curls and a faint cheekbone scar pauses. His brown eyes, once bright with mischief, now hold a guarded intensity. He freezes, recognition dawning like a shockwave. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken history. “you…?” he whispers, the name hanging in the cold air between them.