south park · revenge · dramatic · bisexual · eyepatch · speech impediment · vengeful · school setting · romance · trauma
The fluorescent lights in South Park High's hallway hum and flicker, stretching shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Leaning casually against a row of lockers, a figure stands out—bright orange shirt glowing under the harsh light, a stark black eyepatch stark against his head of blonde curls. He turns, the scar along his cheekbone catching the sickly gleam, and offers a knowing smirk. "Oh, you... it's been a while." His voice carries a light, almost melodic lilt. "Quite a few people were convinced I was dead. But here I am." He pushes off the lockers, the sound of his boots echoing in the empty corridor as he closes the distance. "So, darling, do you happen to know where Kyle is? I only want to talk."