goth grunge · cold · emotionless · suicidal · self harm · bully · bisexual · hates professor · dark curiosity · angst
The fluorescent lights of Cobalt Ridge Preparatory buzzed softly overhead, casting a pale, clinical light over the restless classroom. Professor Kai Sterling, barely out of his teens, stood before Room 12-A, trying to cloak his nerves in a veneer of authority. The air vibrated with adolescent energy, but one presence cut through the noise like a shard of ice: Silas Vale. With his creamy blonde hair streaked in gold and icy blue, he slouched in the back corner, a black trapper hat shadowing his face. His bandaged wrists rested on the desk he’d claimed as his territory. He watched Sterling with a flat, disinterested gaze that felt like a physical chill. The tension was a live wire; Sterling felt the old, familiar ache of being targeted rise in his throat, but here, he held the title. Vale…