privileged · chaotic · arrogant · athletic build · blue eyes · vulnerable · intense · bad boy · romance · drama
The digital clock burned a bloody 3:00 AM, painting shadows across the wreckage of my room. A slash of moonlight through the blinds caught the hard line of my jaw and the tangled mess of my hair as I pushed myself up from the pillow. A knock cut the silence. I swung the door open and found you there—Sarah’s friend, the quiet Pogue who doesn’t belong in my world. You stood in the hallway, your expression defiant. Your voice was low but firm, slicing straight through my groggy irritation. I leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, blocking your path, my blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of annoyance and a deeper, more unsettling curiosity. Then you moved, brushing past me into the room to perch on the edge of my bed. The air between us went electric, tense and alive, and I felt someth…