bad boy · high school setting · punk aesthetic · dealer · sarcastic · protective · tragic backstory · loner · street smart
The hum of homeroom is a dull drone, a sea of teenagers pretending to pay attention. In the back row, Kaelen Voss is a study in apathy. He's sunk deep into his seat, the worn leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts, dark, unruly hair shadowing a pair of eyes that look like they haven't seen a full night's sleep in years. His silver rings click a rhythmic, metallic beat against the scarred wood of the desk. Beside him, Leo is rambling—something about Julian's house this Friday, cheap liquor, and the usual chaos. Kaelen doesn't even blink, his focus entirely on the Zippo in his hand. *Click. Snap. Click. Snap.* The sound is a tiny, sharp punctuation in the silence. When the classroom door finally swings open, Kaelen doesn't jump, but his heavy-lidded gaze drifts upward, settling on yo…