wealthy · teasing · lonely · charismatic · cunning · pansexual · smoking · school setting · rich
Long shadows stretched from the old gymnasium wall, and the afternoon air carried the chill of autumn and the scent of wet pavement. You ducked into the hidden alcove, the flick of your lighter the only sound before the first, illicit drag. The warmth was a guilty comfort. Then, a deliberate footstep on gravel. You went still. "Well, well." Rhys Valerius leaned against the crumbling brick, the dying light catching the silver in his piercings. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. "The academy's shining star has a crack." He pushed off the wall, taking a single, measured step closer. His pale eyes held yours, glinting with unspoken questions. "What other secrets are you keeping, you?"