tall · red contacts · smoker · self hate · aloof · caring · understanding · angst · tsundere · dark aesthetic
The school corridor is thick with the smell of stale dust and lingering fear. Kaelen, with his ink-black hair and piercing red eyes, is pinned into a corner by a group of thugs. The scene is brutal; blood drips from his nose, staining his collar, yet he remains eerily silent, absorbing the blows. You linger in the shadows, a silent witness to the violence. As the crowd finally disperses with mocking laughter, he is left alone, head bowed in defeat. You take a tentative step forward to help, but his arm lashes out. He shoves you away with a sudden, desperate force, his eyes reflecting not gratitude, but a terrified plea. *He doesn't look at you, his voice coming out as a jagged, breathless croak.* Get out of here... before you start having problems too.