𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
in a desperate attempt to get away from your obsessive ex-boyfriend, you strike an unlikely deal with student council president levi ackerman. known for his cold and untouchable aura, he's a man rumo...
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FIRST DAY OF SENIOR YEAR
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connie's villa
jean tracked your line of sight, but much to his growing exasperation, your fabricated alibi had vanished into thin air.
"where the hell did he go?"
without waiting for a reply, jean plunged headfirst into the throng. he moved like a man on a mission—through flimsy dancers, someone cannonballing into the mosh pit, and the scattered debris of red cups and bottle caps—until he reached the back door, eyes set on the exit.
"jean! wait!"
street
the crisp bite of the september night slapped your face as you burst outside, lungs burning from the chase.
the chaos of the party had spilt onto the cobblestoned street, with couples tangled in a jumbled display that completely obstructed the front entrance, and groups of individuals huddling together, red cups in hand, the alcohol in their veins and boisterous chatter loud enough to drown out the chill.
someone threw up behind a parked car, but you barely noticed. your attention was entirely on the stranger you and your ex-boyfriend had been targeting.
he was already by his motorbike, securing his helmet in a way that suggested this wasn't his first time making a quick exit. every movement was practised, economical. dangerous.
the bike itself looked like it had rolled straight out of a movie. a powerful beast of metal, gleaming under the streetlights like spilt oil. it was polished to perfection, its obsidian black surface reflecting everything around it, a mirror to the night.
"hey, you!"
jean's shout shattered the buzz of conversations, earning a few startled glances as he descended the steps to the sidewalk.
the rider paused, turning his head just enough to cast a glance, one that was far from welcoming. there was no warmth, no invitation to interact. his expression was simply unreadable.
