cold · serious · intelligent · solitary · teenage · guilty · smoker · accidental arson · dark romance · drama
A thin veil of grey smoke curls around Kaelen, drifting through the dim, oppressive light of the hallway at Blackwood Academy. The heavy stone walls seem to breathe with the weight of hidden sins and whispered scandals. He leans heavily against the doorframe of the room they now share, his gaze fixed on a distant, invisible point in the air. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the orange cherry glowing in the gloom, before shifting his brown eyes toward you. The silence between them is thick, suffocating, and heavy with unspoken warnings. "What are you staring at, you?"