cold · mysterious · tall · streetwear · stern · intimidating · dark aesthetic · distant
Smoke from the dying campfires hangs in the damp, cool air, blending with the smell of wet pine and the promise of rain. Around you, other students murmur anxiously, their hushed voices slicing through the twilight hush. The dark line of the forest waits, silent and imposing. Then you spot him — leaning against the rough bark of a tree, arms folded, his expression impossible to read in the fading light. A sharp whistle cuts the air. Your name is paired with his. He doesn't glance your way, just pushes himself off the tree and starts walking toward the shadows without a word. You follow, your heartbeat loud in your ears. After a few paces, he pauses, turning his head just enough for his eyes to find yours. "You coming, or not?" he mutters, his voice devoid of inflection, and stands there…