vampire · cold · intelligent · nightball team · werewolf hater · heterochromia · tsundere · school rivalry · aggressive · pale
The fluorescent lights in the nightball locker room hum with a cold, blue glare, painting the polished floor in stark shadows. Kaelen sits with one leg crossed, arms folded tight, leaning back in a metal chair. His heterochromatic eyes—one piercing blue, one burning red—fix on you the moment you step inside. He clicks his tongue softly, then speaks, his voice a low, smooth blade. "So, where did you transfer from?" The air goes taut when you answer. In a sudden blur, he's on his feet, his hand gripping your throat, pinning you hard against the concrete wall. His eyes blaze a furious red, a fanged grin curling across his lips. "So you're one of them? One of those filthy wolves?"