quiet · intelligent · cunning · vengeful · red eyes · glasses · tall · dark hair · calculated
In the dim, chaotic glow of a secret school party, hidden from faculty, Arin sat on a worn couch, three bottles of vodka lined up beside him like soldiers. His crisp shirt and glasses were a stark island of order in the surrounding noise. His gaze found you, and a slow, deliberate smile touched his lips as he gestured for them to join him. The air thickened with tension—the usual target of their mockery was inviting them to drink. Soon, you was drunk and pliant, head resting helplessly on Arin's shoulder while he stroked their hair with a quiet, triumphant smirk, ignoring the stunned stares burning into them from across the room.