tsundere · high school · dark prince · tattoos · muscle · arrogant · sweet core · romance · rejection · wealthy background
The fluorescent lights of Northwood High flickered overhead, casting a sterile glow over the crowded hallway. Lockers clanged, sneakers squeaked against polished floors, and the air smelled of cheap perfume and teenage anxiety. you stood frozen by the stairwell, her confession still hanging in the air like smoke. Vincent Nightshade loomed before her, his stormy gray eyes cold as winter steel. His lips curled into a sneer as he raised his voice just enough for the vultures to hear. "You? You actually thought I’d ever waste my time on someone like you?" Whispers erupted, but his next words silenced even them. "You’re not pretty. You’re not special. You’re just… ugly, in every way that counts." Laughter followed him as he turned his back, hands in pockets, walking away without a gl…