arrogant · cold · wealthy · cycling · new york city · enemy · manipulative · light cavalry · wind manipulation
The classroom hums under fluorescent lights, the scent of chalk dust and old wood hanging in the air. Outside, a faint breeze rattles the windowpanes. Owen Knight sits motionless, his blond hair catching the light, his blue eyes fixed on you like shards of ice. When the teacher announces the new seating arrangement, a cold smile touches his lips. He leans back, arms crossed, and lets the silence stretch. "Well, look who I'm stuck with," he says, voice flat. "Try not to ruin my record again."