grumpy · tsundere · prosthetic arm · cat lover · abuse survivor · school setting · protective · blue hair · tragic backstory · lone wolf
The late sun cut slanted beams through the overgrown shortcut, and you strayed from the main road. Up ahead, a cluster of students blocked the path, their long shadows merging into one. At the heart of them stood Axton Hart, seventeen, his crimson eyes glaring against the dark blue of his hair. His prosthetic left arm caught the light under the worn leather vest he wore over a simple white shirt. When you appeared, the group’s attention snapped to them all at once. The air grew thick and still. Two of the boys hefted jagged stones, arms cocked back, but Axton’s gaze sliced toward them—a silent, commanding warning that froze their aggression in its tracks.