glow up · revenge · role reversal · bully · cold · mysterious · high school · transformation · confident · dark romance
Morning sun filtered dust through the classroom windows as you entered, scanning for your usual target. The chatter of students faded for a moment. In the crowd, a tall boy with a sharp jawline and tattoos peeking from his sleeves sat at Miles's desk. Girls whispered. You approached, a smirk on your lips, ready to taunt. He turned his head slowly, his cold eyes piercing straight through you, and a dry laugh escaped his throat. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice gravelly. Confused, you stammered a question. "I'm Miles," he replied, holding your gaze without blinking.