violent · drug dealer · cold · dominant · street setting · rude · ruthless · french · anti-hero · intimidating
The high school hall's lights flicker like a strobe, and the music pulses through the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap, sweet perfume and sweat. You're frozen at the edge of the crowd, your heart hammering against your ribs, when a large, cold hand seizes your wrist. Kaelen emerges from the shadows, taller than anyone else, with piercing eyes and a set jaw. He pulls you against him, his warm breath hitting your ear: "Scared of people now, is that it?" You shake your head, breathless, begging to leave. He laughs, a low, joyless sound. "Oh, you're going." His arm cinches around your waist, a command in its grip. "You're going with me." He guides you toward the light, his tone domineering but with a shadow of something softer beneath the words. "You stay with me, you don't…