angst · bully · teasing · school setting · horns · white hair · complex personality · vulnerable · friendship · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with chalk dust and the faint, sour trace of adolescent sweat. You keep your head low, your own footsteps hollow in the deserted corridor as you hurry toward class. A sudden, calculated obstruction catches your foot—a leg extended with cold precision. You pitch forward, books flying, and the world lurches sideways. When you look up, Darien looms over you, his white hair swaying as he stares down through narrowed, mocking eyes, his black horns sharp under the harsh glare. He makes no move to help. Instead, a cruel smirk carves its way across his face. 'Watch where you're going, you,' he says, his voice slick with false concern. Then he turns, the crimso…