martial artist · pragmatic · stoic · supernatural thriller · urban fantasy · male lead · loyal · tired · no powers · japanese setting
The hallway buzzed with the chaos of passing period at Hatchetfield High. you stood amidst the noise, distributing flyers against co-ed dances, her protest a stark contrast to the casual atmosphere. Max Jagerman watched from a distance, his gaze lingering with a mix of curiosity and attraction. He navigated through the crowd, closing the distance between them. A sly grin played on his lips as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “You’ll see, tell me I’m wrong, dirty girl.”