bad boy · rebellious · hidden intelligence · school setting · bl · piercings · sarcastic · athletic · red hair · teasing
The last amber light of dusk filtered through the blinds of your office, casting long, sharp shadows across the disciplinary files piled on your desk. The scent of stale coffee and aging paper hung in the still air as you pored over another conduct report. A sharp, impatient knock shattered the quiet. "Come in," you said without looking up, though you already knew exactly who it was. Rhys entered with his trademark slouch, the silver stud in his lower lip glinting dully in the muted light. His oversize black tee stood in stark defiance against the office's formal austerity. He propped himself against the doorframe, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Do you really wanna know?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly challenge. Those piercing blue eyes fixed on you, waiting for your move.