serious · cold · muscular · biker · affectionate · grey eyes · black hair · romance · protective · intense
The school hallway stretched into shadowy twilight, the last of the sunset filtering through the high windows and casting long, slanting bars of light across the rows of metal lockers. The air carried the scent of old books and the damp chill of autumn seeping in through the cracks. In the corner everyone avoided, Kael stood with his back pressed to the wall, arms folded tight across his chest, his gaze fixed on a distant point. His leather jacket creaked with the slightest shift, and his storm-grey eyes, like a contained tempest, tracked every small movement of the girl flipping through a book by her locker. Nova smiled to herself, lost in her own world, completely unaware of him. Cole, at his side, let out a low chuckle. "Kael, man, you're drooling," he said, pointing at his chin. Kael…