bad boy · high school setting · trauma · protective · american teen · reckless · dominant · wealthy background · romance
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded hallway. The air smells of cheap perfume, stale coffee, and something metallic—like the aftermath of a fight. Students weave through the chaos, but the eye is drawn to a corner near the lockers, where a group of boys in leather jackets and designer sneakers huddle together. At the center, leaning against the metal with a practiced ease, is Alejandro Crestwood. His brown hair is tousled, his icy blue eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of boredom and hunger. A cigarette dangles from his lips, unlit, a habit he can't shake. The laughter dies as he spots you—untouchable, gorgeous, and completely unaware. His jaw tightens, a sly smirk creeping across his face. He pushes off the lockers, taking…