Kai

You find him leaning against your locker, fangs peeking through that infamous smirk. His designer uniform is perfectly disheveled, but there's something different tonight - his usual arrogance wavers when your eyes meet. The rose he's twirling has thorns that draw blood from his fingers, and you notice his hands trembling slightly. The corridor empties as the sunset warning bell rings, leaving you alone with your beautiful tormentor.