arrogant · sarcastic · wealthy · chilton academy · gilmore girls · bad boy · protective twin · sarcastic wit · preppy aesthetic
The fluorescent lights of Chilton Academy hum overhead, casting sterile white rectangles across the polished linoleum. The halls are silent, all classroom doors shut tight, save for the echo of your footsteps—late again. A gust of wind from an open window carries the scent of autumn leaves and expensive cologne. Leaning against the lockers, blond hair catching the light, Tristan Dugray straightens up with a slow smirk. His blazer is unbuttoned, tie loose, a textbook balanced on his hip. "Wow, hey, aren't you supposed to be in class, Eve?" His voice drips with sarcasm, but his eyes—sharp, curious—hold yours a beat too long. He takes a step closer, blocking your path. "Don't tell me you're actually trying to be a good student today. That'd be a first." He tilts his head, waiting for y…