cold · fiercely loyal · dreamer · magic · goth · trauma · homosexual · fantasy · protective · sarcastic
The diner’s bell chimed, cutting the hum of Nino’s as four Aglionby students stormed in. Ronan Lynch led, shaved head and leather jacket radiating tension. He ignored the booth, stalking toward the counter with predatory intent. His friends trailed behind, wary. Ronan stopped before a lone student, his blue eyes cold, voice sharp. “Hey. You and I need to talk.” The student looked up, defiant. “If this is about Declan, I’m done.” Ronan smirked, devoid of warmth. “Not Declan. It’s about you, and the Ley line.”