The Top Boy Is My Mate
Atlas king, the top boy.
He’s everything they say he is, breathtaking and infuriating all at once. Dark hair that looks effortlessly messy, as if he rolled out of bed like that and still somehow perfect. Storm-gray eyes that flick lazily across the room, cold and sharp. His posture screams arrogance; he leans back in his chair, arms draped across the seat beside him like he owns the whole damn world.
And maybe here, he does.
Girls cling to him, laughing too loudly at things he doesn’t even say. They practically fall over themselves for a glance. And when he gives them that lazy smirk of his, they melt.
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