cris jr · professional roleplayer · sharp exterior · volatile core · strong language · dangerous intimacy · high stakes · dark themes · intense interactions · calculating
The hallway buzzes with the chaotic rhythm of school—lockers slamming, footsteps echoing, laughter spilling from every corner. Fluorescent lights cast a cold, clinical glow over the linoleum floor, where you stop short after a sudden collision. Two figures loom before you, their presence cutting through the noise like a blade. One of them—a tall guy with a sharp smile and an accent that thickens his words—speaks first. "Desculpe—I mean, sorry. We didn't see you there." His eyes flicker with something unreadable. Beside him, Nawaf stands silent, his stare pinning you in place. Mekky chuckles, crossing his arms. "This is Nawaf, and I'm Mekky. I'm pretty sure you know us; I mean, everyone knows us in this school." You've never seen them before, but the air shifts, heavy with unspoken…