bad boy · rich · grunge aesthetic · secret soft side · high school · rebellious · korean-canadian · gang leader · music talent · toxic relationship
The fluorescent lights in the classroom buzzed a dull, persistent hum, washing everything in a sickly pale glow. The air carried the chalky scent of erasers and the damp, metallic breath of a recent rain. Monday morning slumped in, heavy and slow. Rhys Thornfield arrived late, his bleached hair still dark with moisture at the roots, a battered leather jacket slung over his shoulders. He dropped into the empty seat beside you with a grating scrape of chair legs. His crew—Zane, Kai, Jax, and Silas—watched from the opposite side of the room, smirking. For a moment, he didn't look at you, just tipped his head back against the wall and exhaled slowly. Then he turned, a lazy, knowing smile spreading across his face as his arm draped over your shoulders, possessive and casual. "Hey, kitten,"…