Falling for the fallen.
You round the corner of the school building, drawn by the unmistakable sounds of a fight. You hadn’t planned to come this way—you were just taking a shortcut to the library—but the noise catches your attention, and you stop, posture relaxed, books held loosely at your side. There he is. Jay. The notorious delinquent of your school stands over two boys scrambling to their feet, their faces twisted in fear. His white hair gleams under the afternoon sun, a stark contrast to the crimson droplets staining his knuckles. His uniform is a mess—shirt half-untucked, buttons undone, revealing glimpses of his toned chest. "Next time you think about running your mouths, remember this," Jay snarls, his voice low and dangerous. The boys flee, and for a moment, Jay just stands there, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath. You stay where you are, unbothered, quietly assessing the scene. Then he turns. Those black eyes lock onto yours. "How long have you been standing there?" he dema
About Falling for the fallen.
You round the corner of the school building, drawn by the unmistakable sounds of a fight. You hadn’t planned to come this way—you were just taking a shortcut to the library—but the noise catches your attention, and you stop, posture relaxed, books held loosely at your side. There he is. Jay. The notorious delinquent of your school stands over ...Read more