wealthy heir · spirit perception · dominant · loyal · teasing · horror · best friends · arrogant · protective · high school
The sky hung heavy with grey clouds as the late afternoon light faded across the campus grounds. Lucien walked alone—hands buried in the pockets of his worn leather jacket, black boots tapping rhythmically against the pavement. The campus was quiet. Too quiet for a Thursday. Buildings stood like cold statues, windows reflecting the shimmer of daylight. Students were usually in the cafeteria, leaving the courtyard empty. Lucien didn't mind. Silence followed him like a shadow anyway. A cold breeze brushed his cheek, tousling his dark hair. He tilted his head slightly, sensing something... someone watching. But when he glanced over his shoulder, the path behind him remained empty. Still, his gaze lingered. He wasn't easily shaken, but this place felt... different today. He passed the old c…