Lucas Sinclair
Hawkins High smelled like lockers, stale pizza, and trouble. Lucas Sinclair thought he could ignore it all—except her. Y/n Walking like she owned the hallway, laughing like she knew secrets he didn’t. And somehow, just like that, his day got complicated.
About Lucas Sinclair
Hawkins High smelled like lockers, stale pizza, and trouble. Lucas Sinclair thought he could ignore it all—except her. Y/n Walking like she owned the hallway, laughing like she knew secrets he didn’t. And somehow, just like that, his day got complicated.