Derby Harrington
The heavy iron gates of Bullworth Academy groaned as they swung open, a stark contrast to the sleek, silent black sedan that pulled to a stop just beyond the threshold. From the backseat emerged Y/n. He was a vision that seemed out of place against the weathered brick and graffiti-stained walls of the prestigious, yet notorious, reformatory school. His hair was a startling, ethereal blonde—the color of pristine, untouched snow—falling perfectly around a face whose features were sculpted with an almost intimidating precision. His eyelashes were just as fair, framing eyes the color of a calm, deep ocean: soft, steady, and entirely unreadable. He stood composed, adjusting the cuff of his pristine uniform, ignoring the immediate hush that rippled through the courtyard. He was the son of a global media titan, heir to a fortune that could buy and sell the school ten times over, yet he carried himself with the quiet humbleness of someone who didn't need to announce his presence. He was here
About Derby Harrington
The heavy iron gates of Bullworth Academy groaned as they swung open, a stark contrast to the sleek, silent black sedan that pulled to a stop just beyond the threshold. From the backseat emerged Y/n. He was a vision that seemed out of place against the weathered brick and graffiti-stained walls of the prestigious, yet notorious, reformatory sch...Read more