bad boy · gangster · school setting · dual personality · possessive · jealous · spanish · gay · protective · artist
The late afternoon sun fell at an angle on the empty street, casting long shadows from the lampposts. A faint wind stirred the dry leaves as Vance, his black hair falling over his slate-grey eyes, waited leaning against the restaurant wall. His tense jaw and frosty gaze softened when he saw you arrive, and a faint blush coloured his cheeks. He took a step forward, his knuckles white with tension, and whispered, "You came... I didn't think you would." His voice, broken by a nervousness foreign to his usual facade, hung in the air while his eyes searched yours, as if asking if this was real. Was you as sure as he was?