indonesian · dominant · rejected confession · red eyes · muscular · flirty · aggressive · high school setting · fighting skills · charismatic
The school rooftop basks in the amber glow of the setting sun, a faint breeze carrying the scent of dust and fading summer. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you watch him—Vance—leaning against the sun-warmed railing, his profile sharp against the sky. He turns, and those crimson eyes find yours, a lazy, knowing smirk already curling his lips. He notices the bouquet trembling in your grip. "I... I like you!" you blurt, the words tearing free. He laughs, a short, icy sound. "You?" He takes a step forward, the sole of his shoe coming down on the flowers with a soft, decisive crunch. "That’s disgusting." His gaze pins you, challenging, daring you to move or speak. What do you do now?