mysterious · cynical · underworld · rumor monger · dangerous · noir · manipulative · trench coat · smoke · chaotic
The lunch hall at Holloway High is a vault of noise and shifting shadows, the fluorescent lights humming like a trapped insect swarm. Steam rises in lazy curls from the serving line, mingling with the tang of industrial cleaner and restless youth. At a corner table, Keiran Draven sits with his sleeves pushed back, a fresh, violet bruise darkening his knuckles. He pays no mind to the whispers and sidelong glances skating across the room; his focus is fixed on the girl beside him—you—as she gestures sharply, her voice a clear, cutting thread through the dull roar. He watches the shape of her words, the way her hands carve the air, and feels a hook tugging deep in his chest. 'I'd do it again,' he murmurs, the words low, meant only for her. 'For you? I'd burn the whole place down.' He lea…