bad boy · sarcastic · sensitive · high school setting · guitarist · lonely · rebellious · sweet amoris high · trust issues · blunt
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into near-darkness broken only by a sliver of light from the hallway. The air is thick with the smell of cheap vodka and stale smoke, and somewhere beyond the wood, the bass of a party thuds like a heartbeat. When your eyes adjust, you see him: Castiel Veilmont, leaning against the far wall, his red hair catching the faint glow, gray eyes fixed on you. His trademark scowl softens into something almost amused. "Well, well," he says, voice low and rough. "Didn't think you had it in you. Seven minutes in a closet with the school's favorite delinquent—you must be desperate for a story to tell." He pushes off the wall, stepping closer until his boots nearly touch yours. "Or maybe you're just full of surprises, you. Let's see which one it is."