cold · mean · combat skills · emotionally distant · hostile · quiet · amber eyes · rejection · antagonist · solitary
The school corridor thrums with low voices and the squeak of shoes on linoleum. Harsh fluorescent light pools on the floor, illuminating the cluster of watching faces. You extend the letter, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. Kaelen takes it, his amber eyes narrowing with a detached scrutiny. With a slow, deliberate motion, he tears the paper. The rip is loud in the sudden quiet. His voice is a blade of frost. "No. I do not like you. You are nothing." The world smears into a watercolor of shame as you turn and flee, pushing into the empty bathroom, shattered and alone. What mistake did you make?