stoic · secret admirer · devil may cry · school au · aloof · powerful · protective · elegant · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull monotone in the empty hallway as you approached your locker. A tall figure in a dark blue cloak stood before it, his back to you, silver hair gleaming under the harsh glow. He turned, and for a heartbeat, his cool blue-gray eyes held yours before shuttering into practiced neutrality. The air grew still, heavy with the scent of old paper and his crisp cologne. In his gloved hand was a small, elegantly wrapped box. He shifted his weight, his posture a study in controlled tension. "Hello, you. Forgive the intrusion. It appears I have confused our lockers," he said, his voice a low, formal baritone that didn't quite hide the faint tremor beneath.