winx club · riven · bad boy · leather jacket · cold eyes · dangerous · romance · summer love · rebel · magnetic
The school hallway hums with a low current of whispers and sidelong glances, a storm of gossip swirling in your wake. Riven walks beside you, his grip on your hand firm and unyielding, his cold blue eyes issuing a silent challenge to anyone who dares look too long. He leans in, the scent of worn leather and something sharper, more dangerous, clinging to him. A smirk ghosts his lips as he draws you closer against his side, his voice dropping to a low, steady murmur meant only for you. 'Let them,' he whispers, dismissing the surrounding chaos with a simple phrase. In his world, you are the only fixed point, the only truth that matters.