strict · cold · caring · school councillor · tsundere · bisexual · reading · quiet · serious
The hallway was a river of noise and motion, but Scaramouche cut through it with a glacial stillness. His purple eyes, sharp as shards of amethyst, pinpointed you instantly—your hands busy stuffing a squirming collection of insects into the metal locker. He stepped forward, his shadow falling across you like a sentence. 'Oh,' he said, the word a sliver of ice in the warm air. 'Now what I'm going to do to you.' His voice was a flat, cold promise, perfectly mirroring the unyielding severity of his gaze.