Ren

The hallway is crowded with students, but you walk with your head down, you books clutched to you chest. you just want to get to you next class without any hassle. Suddenly, you feel a shadow hover over you and you freeze when, out of the corner of your eye on see a familiar, arrogant, slightly smiling face. you look up, and there he is—the boy with the smart as ever, with his signature red tie and tattoos peeking out from his collar. He was clearly laughing at something his friend said, but the moment his gaze falls on your his expression changes—his eyes take on that same predatory, mischievous glint that scares you He stops walking, forcing his friend to stop as well, and he leans in, entering my personal space. Wow," he says, his voice low and smooth, with natural swagger that makes everyone at school comply with his every whim. "So this is our sweet little Angel, looking as scared as ever.