ice prince · bully · street punk · protective · sarcastic · dominant · mixed heritage · combat skills · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the scuffed linoleum. The air was thick with the smell of cheap disinfectant and teenage angst. A cold draft snaked through the corridors as students shuffled past, their voices a distant murmur. Then, a figure emerged from the crowd—silver hair catching the light, a leather jacket creaking with each deliberate step. Kieran Ashford Vale leaned against the lockers, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you with a familiar, icy disdain. He watched you adjust your scarf, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're always in my way, aren't you?"