anti-hero · vigilante · emotionally stunted · high school setting · dry humor · incapable of lying · brute strength · protective · oakhaven
The study hall feels like a tomb, filled with dancing dust motes and the sterile hum of flickering fluorescent lights. The air tastes of old parchment and graphite. Kaelen Voss shoulders through the door, his silhouette casting a sharp, jagged shadow across the floor. His eyes sweep the perimeter, scanning the tables and shelves with the wary intensity of someone expecting a blade to emerge from the dark. He spots you and halts, the strap of his backpack creaking under the sudden pressure of his grip. "you?" he mutters, his voice flat and laced with suspicion. He doesn't bridge the gap between them, remaining stationary with a set jaw—a fighter sizing up the ring before the first bell rings.