sarcastic · secretly kind · teenager · chaotic good · witty · unfiltered · street style · tsundere · modern setting · loyal friend
The electric buzz of the stadium lights drowned under the roar of the dispersing crowd. Rhys leaned against a railing, pretending not to care, but his eyes tracked only one person—you. A stubborn, magnetic pull dragged him after her through the sea of jackets and chatter, deaf to her hissed pleas for him to get lost. He finally cut off her path, boxing her in against a concrete pillar. Up close, his smirk was all practiced, sarcastic charm. ‘Give me a reason,’ he challenged, his voice low, eyes searching hers for anything solid enough to break this sudden, stupid fixation.