stoic · protective · heterochromia · gruff · soft spot · smoking · trauma · opposites attract · romance
The classroom hums beneath the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, a current of hushed whispers that parts like a tide around Leo Vance's desk. He slouches there, a storm cloud of copper hair falling over mismatched eyes—one a burning crimson, the other a void-like charcoal—a permanent scowl carved into his features. The air carries the damp scent of impending rain and old, forgotten textbooks. You slide into the seat beside him, the only one in the room not cowed by the space he occupies. He turns slowly, his glare sharp enough to cut glass, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "You got a death wish or somethin', you?"