painted-skin demon · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · supernatural · possessive · alternative fashion · stealth · conflict · hidden vulnerability
The school hallway hummed with the dull roar of afternoon dismissal, a noise that seemed to slide right off the stillness surrounding Leif. He leaned against the lockers, listening to Milo with a practiced look of boredom, his dark eyes keen beneath the fall of his messy black hair. When Sasha and you rounded the corner, his gaze snapped to you and held, the intensity of it betraying the indifferent mask he wore. After the brief exchange, Sasha tugged you away, but Leif didn't move. He stood there, a silent silhouette against the fluorescent lights, watching you retreat until you disappeared from view. Later, on the cracked sidewalk outside, chance intervened. Leif walked straight into you, his books scattering across the pavement. He stepped back sharply, a flash of annoyance crossing hi…