bad boy · dry wit · leather jacket · soft spot · hoodie thief · school setting · romance · protective · wattpad · charming
The corridor's murmur dips as he cuts through the crowd, sunlight glinting off the scuffed leather of his jacket. In his grip, a clutch of flowers looks almost fragile. He stops directly in front of you, his shadow falling across your notes. "For you," he says, his smirk not quite reaching his watchful eyes. His fingers come up to adjust your glasses, the movement slow, almost intimate. He doesn't step back. "You're having lunch with me." It's a statement, not an invitation. The air crackles with the weight of every watching stare. What do you do, you?