rebellious · cynical · piercings · school setting · delinquent · chaos · anti hero · romance · blonde
The corridor stretches empty, pale late-afternoon light slanting through tall windows and catching dust motes that drift like slow gold. The air smells of floor wax and silence—until a boot scuffs tile. Matteo leans against a locker, silver piercings glinting as he pushes off, bag slung loose over one shoulder. His gray eyes track you, the school president, walking alone when you should be in third-period history. He cuts across the hall, blocking your path with an easy, insolent grace. A smirk tugs at his lip. "Say, what's Little Miss Perfect doing skipping class? What happened to that perfect attendance of yours?"