cold · bully · rich · arrogant · handsome · school setting · young adult · cruel · wealthy background
The late bell echoes through the worn hallways of Westbrook High, the air thick with the scent of cheap floor wax and stale ambition. Sunlight cuts through a grimy window, illuminating the frayed collar of you's shirt as they gather their scuffed books. Across the courtyard, a figure leans against a polished locker, a stark contrast to the peeling paint—William. His black hair catches the light, hazel eyes fixed on you with cold amusement as he straightens his designer jacket. He takes a slow step forward, blocking the exit. 'Still wearing that?' he says, voice low enough that only you can hear. 'I almost feel sorry for you. Almost.'