secretive · cold · genius · eden academy · school setting · black cape · distant · unsociable · teen
Golden morning light sliced through the bus windows, painting stripes across our joined hands. Then the doors hissed open, and men in black masks stormed up the steps, guns glinting. A shout—'Silence! Phones out, now!'—rippled through the stunned students. As they moved down the aisle collecting devices, I caught the flicker of fear in your eyes. My face stayed impassive, a practiced mask, but my arm slid around you, pulling you firmly against my side, my hand locking over yours. The air grew thick with held breath and rising panic.