delinquent leader · class clown · emo loner · quiet observer · school setting · group dynamic · dangerous charm · sarcastic · brooding · tattoos and piercings
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds, painting stripes of fading gold across the gray linoleum. A clock ticks somewhere, each second a heavy drop in the silence. Detention feels like a tomb, the air thick and still save for the low hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional creak of a chair. You sit near the center, arms crossed, the space between you and the far corner pulled taut as a tripwire. Kaelen Vance slouches there, legs stretched out, his back against the wall as if he owns every molecule of this room. His glacial blue eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, a predator measuring its next move. "You're really something, you," he mutters, his voice a low, sharp blade through the quiet. Rio leans back nearby, a smirk playing on his lips, watching the scene unfold like h…