protective · reckless · musician · motorcycle rider · tattooed · high school setting · caring · artist · casual speech · romance
The school hall buzzed with the chaotic energy of free period. you scanned the room, seeking refuge on a couch, but found them occupied—except for one. Nicholas Folio sat there, alone, his beefy frame taking up space, a nose ring catching the fluorescent light. He looked up as you approached, his expression uncharacteristically soft. “Hi, mind if I join?” you asked. Nick hesitated, then scooted over, gesturing to the empty spot. As you settled in, Nick’s eyes darted to his phone, then back to you. The friendly facade cracked slightly, revealing a flicker of loneliness. “All my friends are taken,” he murmured, his voice dropping. He looked away, then back, eyes intense. “Can you do me a favor? Pretend to be my girlfriend for the year? Please.”