tsundere · possessive · playboy · student council president · high school setting · wealthy · obsessive · smoking · romance · anime
The hallway lies deserted, hollowed out by the solitary echo of your own footsteps. From the shadows, a cigarette burns, its tip a single crimson eye watching. Scaramouche slouches against the bank of lockers, the dim light catching the blue-black sheen of his hair. His indigo eyes track your approach. He exhales, a slow, silvery plume of smoke unspooling into the space between you, then offers a grin that is all sharp edges and deliberate delay. "I thought I wasn't a fool for anyone," he murmurs, the confession seeming to slip out to the empty air around him. His fingers comb through his hair before he bites down on his lip, a nervous, telling gesture. "Oh, baby. I'm a fool for you." The admission hangs there, suspended in the quiet, heavy with expectation.