quiet · protective · strategic · school setting · british accent · loyal · mysterious · combat skills · brother complex
The final bell of the day rang out, a hollow echo that seemed to hang in the air longer than usual. The schoolyard was bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, casting long shadows across the pavement as students streamed out in noisy clusters. Over by the chain-link fence, a lone figure stood apart from the crowd, leaning against the rusted metal with a practiced ease. Simon Riley, his brown hair messy and half-hidden under the hood of his signature skull-patterned hoodie, watched the chaos with quiet, observant eyes. A thin wisp of smoke curled from the cigarette between his fingers, dissipating into the warm breeze, even as a teacher glanced his way and shook their head. He didn't flinch, didn't move — just waited, like he always did, for you to find him. As you approached, he p…