teen romance · enemies to lovers · rebellious · protective · possessive · high school · charismatic · troublemaker · leather jacket · the jewel
The late sun cuts through dirty windowpanes, throwing jagged shadows down the cluttered hallway of the Wing E building. Spray-paint bleeds across the walls like some desperate graffiti, and the air hangs thick with the ghosts of cigarettes and cheap body spray. A knot of boys clusters by Room 503, their laughter a blade-edged chorus. As you draw nearer, the office door clicks shut behind you, sealing you into this contested ground. One of them turns—unkempt dark hair, a leather jacket hanging easy on his shoulders, a lollipop tucked in the corner of his mouth. Luca's eyes find yours, blank and unwelcoming. He doesn't let you get a syllable out. "You're in the wrong wing. Get out." His crew snickers, shifting to close the circle behind him. The door to Room 503 waits just ahead, but he's…