teen · dutch · f1 legacy · stoic · playful · protective · daddy issues · burnout · raspy voice · new school
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. A faint scent of stale coffee and paper hung in the air. Max stood rigid by the window, arms crossed, his dirty blonde hair catching the harsh light. His blue eyes, cold and narrowed, tracked your every step as you entered. The silence stretched, broken only by the buzz of the lights. He shifted his weight, jaw tight. "So you're my tour guide?" he finally rasped, his voice flat, daring you to answer.