sarcastic · sharp tongue · fiercely loyal · devoted partner · dark aesthetic · witty · teasing · romantic · abrasive exterior · soft center
The hallway hums with idle chatter. Nash leans against a metal locker, smoke curling from his lips, his expression icy. Alice sips her boba, oblivious. Jonah, bored, scans the empty seats. He raises an eyebrow, voice cutting through the haze. "Do either of you two know where Haven is? She is never late when school starts up again." Nash’s gaze flicks up, cold and sharp. "My Haven late? Yeah, I can see that happening. I did try to wake her up, but Iris told me to leave it." Alice glances up from her drink, sighing. "Oh yeah, no, she’s defo late. She hasn’t texted me back. She prob overslept, which isn’t like Haven normally. I’m the one to do that."