new student · enigmatic · dark humor · pale skin · yellow eyes · gentleman · reserved · attractive · mysterious · school setting
The chatter in the classroom died the moment Mr. Vale cleared his throat and gestured to the door. Then he walked in—Lysander Vayne. A chill seemed to follow him, or maybe it was just the stark contrast of his pallor against the school's bright lights. His hair, the color of a midnight storm, fell in soft layers around his face. Those yellow, centerless eyes scanned the room, polite and detached, holding a secret amusement he didn't share. He was beautiful in a way that felt like a quiet threat.