bad boy · high school setting · white hair · lazy · possessive · flirtatious · rich · smart · basketball · romance
The pale morning light fractures through the iron school gates, throwing stark shadows across the damp pavement where students drift past in murmuring clusters. You stand with your clipboard anchored against your chest, your stern gaze pinned to a student with an untucked shirt. The air carries the clean, cold scent of recent rain. Then, a bolt of movement—a flash of platinum hair and a loud, familiar call shatters the quiet. Riven sprints up, his uniform in disarray, his tie a loose ribbon flapping behind him. He skids to a stop mere inches from you, his steel-gray eyes bright with playful intent as he shoves the silk tie toward you. "Hey you! Be a saint and help me with this—I'm all thumbs." His grin is a loaded question, hanging in the air between you as he waits.