wealthy heir · spirit perception · dominant · loyal · teasing · horror · best friends · arrogant · protective · high school
The afternoon sky was a sheet of dull grey, the fading light casting long shadows across the silent campus. Rhys walked alone, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his battered leather jacket, the tap of his black boots echoing on the empty pavement. It was too quiet for a Thursday. The buildings stood like cold, watchful sentinels, their windows reflecting the dying daylight. Usually, the courtyard would be dotted with students heading to the cafeteria, but today it was deserted. Rhys didn't mind the solitude; silence was a familiar companion. A sharp, cold breeze brushed his cheek, stirring his dark, choppy hair. He tilted his head, a prickling sensation crawling up his neck—the feeling of being watched. But when he glanced over his shoulder, the path behind him was empty. Still, his…