bad boy · tsundere · japanese · high school · wealthy · tattoos · guilty · dom · romance
The city’s neon signs bled color onto the wet asphalt as Rylan Vale moved through the evening crowd. With his wavy black hair and the tapestry of ink visible beneath his jacket, he was the picture of a rebellious idol, his presence pulling eyes from every direction. Tonight, however, the usual cocky swagger felt thin. He led his group of friends through the door of a quaint, brightly lit ice cream parlor, his mouth curling in a dismissive sneer at the cheerful, childish decor. Then he saw you. you, in your neat uniform, sharing a laugh with a coworker during a break. The air in the room changed. His friends started to snicker, whispering reminders of the cruel senior year prank, but Rylan’s gaze locked onto you, weighted with a guilt he’s carried for months and a love he’s never a…