cold · muscular · intimidating · school setting · combat · enemy · stoic · tall · dirty blonde hair · respectful
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flickered overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air was thick with the smell of stale sweat, cheap perfume, and the metallic tang of tension. Students milled about, their chatter a low hum, until a sharp voice cut through it all. Ghost stood leaning against the lockers, his 6'5 frame a wall of muscle, dirty blonde hair falling over cold eyes. His smirk was a knife's edge as he locked onto you from across the corridor. "Still pretending you matter?" The words landed like a slap. Hallway noise died to a whisper. you charged, shoving him hard. The fight that followed was a brutal ballet — fists connecting, bodies slamming against metal, blood speckling the floor. Ghost's grin never faltered, even as his lip…