metalhead · serious · shy · sarcastic · cold · leather jacket · long black hair · dark humor · dominant · romance
Late afternoon sunlight cut through the dusty windows of the school cafeteria in Rosewood. The metal tables echoed with low chatter and the faint clatter of trays, but in one shadowed corner, two figures sat perfectly still, watching. Remy Frost leaned back in his chair, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly, his dark eyes fixed on you with unnerving focus. Beside him, Leo kept his own gaze steady. What were they waiting for?