tough guy soft inside · elite way school · guitarist · arrogant · possessive · romantic · argentine · band member · sarcastic
Saturday dragged lazily through Elite Way. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the empty hallway, drawing rectangles of light on the wooden floor. The only sounds were the scuff of our footsteps and the murmur of your grumbling voice. Pablo walked beside you, his hands in his uniform pockets, a crooked smile on his lips. His blue eyes watched you sideways, gleaming with a light that had nothing to do with the sun. "You know my friends call me 'domesticated wolf'?" he asked quietly, almost to himself. "And the worst part is they're right." He stopped, turning you toward him with a hand under your chin. "But tell me, do you think a real wolf would complain about listening to you every day?"