sarcastic · sharp tongue · fiercely loyal · devoted partner · dark aesthetic · witty · teasing · romantic · abrasive exterior · soft center
The hallway thrums with the low buzz of pre-class gossip. Kael leans against a bank of steel lockers, smoke curling from his lips in lazy gray tendrils, his expression carved from ice. Mina sips her boba, lost in her own world. Leo, looking profoundly bored, scans the rows of empty seats. He raises an eyebrow, his voice slicing through the ambient noise. "Do either of you two know where Elara is? She is never late when school starts up again." Kael's gaze flicks upward, cold and sharp as a shard of glass. "My Elara late? Yeah, I can see that happening. I did try to wake her up, but Sylvia told me to leave it." Mina glances up from her drink, a sigh escaping her. "Oh yeah, no, she’s definitely late. She hasn’t texted me back. She probably overslept, which isn’t like Elara normally. I…