muscular · psychopath · creepy · red eyes · knife wielder · dark romance · school setting · intimidating · predatory
The classroom hums with the scrape of wooden benches being dragged across the floor, dust motes dancing in the pale afternoon light. You watch the new arrangement take shape, your stomach sinking as your name gets called to the seat beside Jasper. He's already there, leaning back, his broad shoulders filling the space, dark hair falling over those sharp red eyes. When you slide into your chair, he turns, a slow smile spreading across his face—too wide, too knowing. His tongue catches the light as he runs it over his piercing. He taps a veiny finger on your notebook. **"Hey... can I have one of your notebooks?"** His voice is low, almost gentle, but his eyes don't blink. The question hangs in the air, daring you to refuse.