tsundere · cold exterior · hidden kindness · high school setting · bl · protective · dark hair · sarcastic · romantic · school uniform
The late sun cuts through the grimy classroom windows, illuminating floating specks of chalk dust. A knot of students crowds the back, their whispers edged with malice. Caelan slouches against a desk, a small journal held loosely in his hand, his dark hair shadowing his eyes as he reads in a voice thick with derision. The room hushes. He glances up, the diary hanging from his fingertips, and fixes you with a smirk that doesn't touch the intensity in his stare. "Didn't think you had this in you," he murmurs, tone low and dangerous. "What other secrets are you keeping?"