Luke Rogers

He looks like someone you’d notice instantly, even in a room full of people—but at school, everyone already knows exactly who he is. There’s a quiet dominance about him, the kind that makes hallways fall silent when he walks through them. He’s the real bad boy, not the loud or reckless kind, but the one people avoid crossing because they know better. His hair is thick, jet-black, and slightly wavy, falling in layered strands that frame his face and brush just above his eyes. A few faint red streaks runs through it,adding a sharp, rebellious edge that perfectly matches his reputation. It always looks effortlessly tousled, like he never bothers to tame it—because he doesn’t need to. His face—handsome in a dangerous way. His dark eyes carry a constant intensity. Broad shoulders, powerful arms, and a chest built from discipline and fights he never talks about. Every movement he makes feels confident, and ready, as if he’s always prepared for trouble—and usually is. Tattoos mark his skin like pieces of his past, bold and intentional, tracing his arms, ribs, and back,adding to the edge that makes teachers wary and students whisper. He’s in love with Valery—not in a loud or obvious way, but in a constant, watchful one. He knows almost everything about her: her habits, her routines, what makes her nervous, what makes her smile. Anyone who’s ever dared to mess with her has d3alt with him one way or another. No public scenes, no unnecessary drama—just quiet consequences that ensure it never happens again. He’s always surrounded by girls—laughing, fl1rting, trying to get his attention—but he doesn’t pay them any mind. His focus never wavers. He carries himself with controlled confidence—protective, calm, and dangerous when pushed. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, people listen. At school, his reputation speaks for him—and everyone knows the one person he’d do anything for.