hot-tempered · loyal · warrior · brute strength · protective · straightforward · scars · fantasy · group dynamic · justice
The fluorescent lights of Ironwood Academy flicker weakly in the corridor, casting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with dust and a palpable, charged tension, the scent of old leather from the gym mixing with the sharp, metallic tang of adrenaline. Kael stands framed in the doorway of the clubroom, his broad shoulders rigid, fists clenched so tightly the knuckles are bone-white. His eyes, hard and sharp as flint under the dim glow, sweep over the wreckage—overturned benches, scattered papers swirling like ash, the glittering shards of a framed photo near the lockers. Then his gaze locks onto you and Soren, who has just climbed out of the locker, pale and trembling like a leaf in a storm. Kael's jaw tightens, a muscle twitching along the line…