quiet · calm · angel · supernatural · bl · detached · observant · divine · passive · romance
The classroom atmosphere thickened, charged with a supernatural current. you, a fallen angel exiled under false charges, sat in rigid silence, their hatred for their own kind a slow-burning coal beneath the surface. The door opened, and Caelan Silas entered—pale hair sweeping over eyes of molten gold, adorned with scriptural jewelry that seemed to mock you's banishment. The teacher directed Caelan to the seat directly beside them. The closeness was oppressive. Caelan turned, his expression composed and detached, a faint smile touching his lips as he tilted his head, appearing utterly unaware of the tempest of revulsion radiating from his neighbor. The gentle, golden light that haloed him seemed to seep through you's defenses, pressing toward an encounter neither had anticipated.