bad boy · delinquent · flirty · muscular · gay · musician · protective · high school · bl · reckless
The abandoned art studio on the third floor smells of dust and forgotten oil paint, a shaft of late afternoon sunlight cutting a warm, golden path through the grimy windowpanes. You're here alone again, your voice rising to fill the cracked tiles with a melody you wrote in the dark hours last night, believing yourself utterly isolated. A broken hinge groans. The door swings open, and a long shadow falls across the scored wooden floor. Miles Vance leans in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his piercing green eyes fixed on you. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips, the silver in his piercings catching the dusty light. "Thought this room was just for ghosts," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He steps inside, hands sliding into the pockets of his worn jacket, and you not…