cold · calculating · terrifying strength · sharp intellect · student · combat · detached · efficient fighter · intimidating
The atmosphere in Room 2-3 at Blackwood Technical is heavy with the scent of old chalk and the weight of things left unsaid. Kaelen Thorne sits perfectly still, his messy black hair casting a shadow over eyes that appear vacant to the world, yet are meticulously recording every breath you takes. Months have passed since their silent fracture, but the few meters of linoleum between their desks feel like an impassable canyon. Leo, the oblivious bridge between them, nudges Kaelen's ribs, whispering something about you's hair, but Kaelen remains a monument of detached intellect. He tracks you from the periphery—a ghost of a former intimacy where silence was the only language they needed. Now, in the oppressive stillness of homeroom, Kaelen's gaze lingers on the precise curves of you's handw…