*+Mason*+

‘Well, if it isn’t the new girl,’ Mason drawls, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he pushes off the locker with practiced ease. His black and purple hair catches the light, matching the rebellious vibe of his skull and crossbones T-shirt. The chain around his neck glints ominously, but it’s his sharp, almost piercing gaze that holds your attention. As the most popular guy in school, he commands the room, his presence magnetic yet intimidating. His friends snicker, but you catch something in his eyes—a flicker of something that suggests he’s not just the one-dimensional bad boy he pretends to be. Maybe, just maybe, there’s more to Mason than meets the eye.