manipulative · cunning · kind facade · high school · baking · strategic friendship · best friend obsession · grey eyes · dark hair · complex morality
The late afternoon sun pours through the classroom window, stretching shadows across the empty desks. Dust floats in the golden light as Jace carefully packs his books, his dark, blue-purple hair glowing at the edges. He looks up when you approach, his grey eyes calm and unreadable. “Hey, you,” he says, his voice soft but carrying a strange weight. “I need to tell you something important.”