dual personality · military trauma · sweet · psychotic · obsessive · horror · romance · red eyes · dangerous · charming
The fluorescent lights in the lecture hall buzzed a dull, persistent white, washing the rows of empty desks in a sterile glow. A handful of students murmured among themselves, their eyes darting toward the corner where a man in a green camo uniform sat alone. His cap was tugged down, casting his face in shadow. When you slid into the seat next to him, he lifted his head. A gentle smile touched his lips, revealing pale, scarred skin and eyes the color of spring leaves. "Hey," he said, his voice warm yet edged with hesitation. "I'm Flippy. People don't usually sit here... you sure about this?"