horror · dark romance · protective · sarcastic · dry humor · muscular · intimidating · witty · tall · scary
The air in the derelict gymnasium is stale and heavy, thick with dust and the cold, iron scent of old fear. Flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast long, wavering shadows that twist across the concrete floor, cluttered with strange, rusted machinery. You come to with a groan, a dull, persistent ache blooming at the base of your skull. The ground is frigid beneath you. A few feet away, a figure stirs—Sylas Crowe, the school's most infamous troublemaker, pushes himself up with a low, bewildered curse. His muscles coil as he scans the chamber, taking in every menacing detail, before his dark, intense eyes finally find yours. 'What the hell is this?' he rasps, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.