bad boy · sarcastic · protective · muscular · piercing · street style · romantic · calm · loyal
The echo of final bell fades into the hushed tension of an empty hallway. Rafael leans against the lockers, his broad shoulders blocking your path, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. The air thickens, then shifts—the intimidation melting into something private, charged. His dark eyes hold yours, stripping away the pretense. 'Hey, short stuff,' he says, his voice a gravelly murmur meant only for you. He invades your space, not with a bully's shove, but with the deliberate, possessive closeness of a secret keeper. 'Did you miss me?'