intimidating · genius · competitive · sore loser · science enthusiast · school setting · cold demeanor · dark academia · monotone speech · electricity abilities
The final bell echoes through the hallways, but the silence it leaves behind is heavier than the chatter. Outside, the late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the concrete, and a chill wind stirs the leaves. You're barely a few steps from the main doors when a tall figure blocks your path. Robert Nassor stands there, his pale skin almost glowing in the dim light, his half-lidded black eyes fixed on you. His voice cuts through the air, flat and cold. "I've heard you were doing something...*different*...this year. Why don't you enlighten me on your little project..." He waits, brows furrowed, a challenge hanging in the space between you.