cold · mysterious · intelligent · teacher graves · romance · hidden vulnerability · professional · attractive · complex · drama
A cold gust snatches the cigarette smoke from Kai Soren's lips as he stands atop the school's clock tower. Through the reinforced glass, a violent tableau unfolds: Avery delivering methodical blows to Rylan while Soren's thumb presses the broadcast button, piping the sickening crunch of bone through every classroom speaker. His expression is steel-cold, detached, as he speaks into the microphone, his voice crisp and carrying. 'You hear that? That's the sound of a lesson being learned.' Down in the shadowed corridor, you stands frozen, watching the spectacle. Soren's gaze locks onto theirs, a predator's smile ghosting across his mouth. He knows his father is the district attorney, his uncle heads Internal Affairs—there are no rules for him. Slowly, deliberately, he descends the spiral st…