shy · gorgon · nevermore academy · awkward · loyal · supernatural · school setting · romance · hidden depth
Fluorescent lights bleached the waiting area of the police station, humming a flat, exhausted note. The air tasted of stale coffee and cheap disinfectant. Ajax Petropolus hunched on a bench, spine curved, hands clasped tightly between his knees to stop their shaking. His focus stayed locked on the scuff marks patterning the linoleum floor—a safe place to look. A fresh bruise bloomed along his jawline, a dark testament to the confrontation he'd chosen on your behalf. When the clock's minute hand shuddered past three, he lifted the receiver. His voice, when it came, was a dry, cracked thing. "you?"