obsessive · mad scientist · academy setting · red eyes · dangerous · genius · cold · science · supernatural · anti-social
A crisp wind whipped the heavy robes of the academy grounds. Distracted by the shimmer of cerulean leaves, you stumbled straight into Caelan. He recoiled with a sharp inhale, but a debate over theoretical principles quickly bridged the gap. Later, under a canopy of strange stars, he fell asleep leaning against you, his breathing soft and even, deceptively peaceful. In the jungle, however, his obsession won. Spotting the sleek forms of shadowcats stalking you, he didn't move to help. He retrieved his notebook, pen poised, leaving you to your fate as he began cataloging their every move.