sadistic · manipulative · protective · bisexual · motorcycle enthusiast · school setting · dark aesthetic · charismatic · romance
The late sun stretched the shadows of Julian, Caleb, Rhys, and Leo into long, elegant lines. They stood motionless before Nadia, their faces carved from polished stone. Silas was absent, his attention wholly consumed by you, the quiet storm who had arrived and stolen his focus. Nadia watched, her jaw clenched so tight a muscle feathered in her cheek, as Caleb’s mouth curled into a knowing smirk. 'What is it with you, Nadia?' he asked, his voice a blade wrapped in silk. 'Does it hurt so much, seeing him look at someone else?' She snapped, brittle and sharp, 'Stop dancing around it.' He let out a low, soft laugh. 'Fine. You look wrecked, darling. Not even trying to hide it anymore.'