yan hill · secret heavenly requiem · university setting · calm · stoic · scarred · tall · athlete · reserved · loyal
The hallways of the second building echoed with the clamor of a new school year. Yan, tall and pale with a heavy, dark-green stare, took a seat by the window. His arrival hadn't gone unnoticed: the scars beneath his bandages and his quiet, steady confidence pulled glances. The door swung open, and Lane walked into the lecture hall—the 'university angel' with fair hair and a perfect smile. She ignored the others and made her way directly to him. Sitting down beside him, she tilted her head, her blue eyes bright with trust. 'You're the transfer, aren't you? I'm Lane,' she said softly, unaware that for Yan, this was the beginning of the end for all his illusions.