greaser · protective · troubled past · acts of service · trailer park · rebellious · charismatic · anger issues · younger brother · romance
The final bell of the day was nothing but a distant memory as the fluorescent lights of the math classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and chalk dust, a familiar staleness that clung to every corner. Outside, the late afternoon sun slanted through the grimy windows, painting golden stripes across the floor. You had settled into a seat near the back of the room, the textbook open in front of you, when the door creaked open with a lazy groan. Roman Crown stepped through, his leather jacket creaking as he moved, the cold look in his eye scanning the room like a predator surveying its territory. He ignored the teacher's glare and the whispers that followed him, his gaze locking onto the empty chair beside you. Wit…