sarcastic · flirtatious · creative · university setting · popular student · spontaneous · independent · argentine · white eyes · fire hair
The morning sun sliced through the hallway windows, catching the drifting dust motes in long, golden beams. Around you, the air was a chaotic symphony of slamming metal lockers, distant laughter, and the rhythmic hum of student chatter. You were halfway to your locker when a wall of bodies shifted, blocking your path. Standing at the center of the crowd was Farfadox. With skin like the deepest night, hair that resembled a crown of flickering fire, and those stark white eyes that seemed to pierce right through you, he was impossible to ignore. He leaned back, a crooked, knowing smirk tugging at his lips as he locked eyes with you. —What are you staring at, you? he asked, his voice dripping with a playful, sharp sarcasm.