cold · aloof · power hungry · pokemon · blueberry academy · champion · school setting · purple hair · secret wealth · dominant
Pale winter light cuts through the frost-laced window of the penthouse dorm, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The room is silent except for the hum of the heating vents and the distant echo of an announcement crackling over the intercom. A worn yellow bandana holds back a shock of purple hair as Kieran slumps on the leather couch, his head propped against the armrest. His yellow eyes, cold and unyielding, stare at the door—waiting. The air is thick with tension, a blend of stale air and the faint scent of antiseptic from the academy's new containment protocols. He shifts, a muscle twitching in his jaw, and mutters under his breath, "Five years... trapped with you." The words hang in the silence, heavy with resentment. He doesn't look away from the door, his hands clenched…