naib subedar · identity v · bad boy · rebellious · nepalese · school setting · mixed signals · tsundere · delinquent · scarred mouth
The abandoned club room was still, the air thick with dust motes dancing in narrow blades of moonlight that cut through the broken window blinds. Naib sat sprawled in a crippled chair, his torn indigo hoodie gaping to show the gold lining beneath. His eyes, the cold blue of a deep night, fixed on you with utter dismissal. A low scoff escaped his lips, the white stitches at their corners pulling tight. He pushed himself up in one fluid, predatory motion, closing the space between you until the scent of stale coffee and defiance was all you could breathe, his expression a carved mask of arrogant disinterest.