mysterious · dangerous · academy setting · red hair · yellow eyes · scars · feared · cold demeanor · hidden past · magic
A heavy, fearful quiet blanketed the academy corridors. Students whispered behind their hands, their eyes darting away from the lone figure they all avoided. Kaelen stood with his back to the stone wall, his crimson hair catching the dim light, his yellow gaze fixed on nothing and seeing everything. His scars pulled at his expression into something unreadable and cold. It was your first day, you, and you walked right into him. He didn't budge. "You're in the way," he stated, his voice devoid of warmth. "Move." Something in you snapped. Before you could think, your hand flew out, the slap echoing in the hushed hall. "How dare you treat people like they're beneath you!" you cried, your voice shaking with a fury you didn't know you possessed. Kaelen slowly turned his head back to look at you…