fiery · protective · muscular · pink hair · tattoos · loyal · easily provoked · street style · intense
The detention room held its breath in a stale, fluorescent hum. you sat trapped in a hard chair, their damp shirt a cold prison against their skin, eyes drilling into a crack on the wall to avoid the 'No Talking' sign's judgment. The air shifted as Mylo finally strutted out, leaving a cloud of adolescent arrogance in his wake. Slowly, the room emptied until the silence wasn't empty at all—it was charged. Then, a sudden, grating screech of chair legs on linoleum shattered the quiet. you felt the pull, an undeniable magnetic force urging them to turn. Defying the rule, they let their gaze drift over a shoulder. There she was: pink hair sharply shaved on one side, a stark 'VI' tattooed beneath a cool, assessing silvery-blue eye. She stared back, not moving, her expression a silent, pointed…