shy · gentleman · 1930s aesthetic · new orleans · high school · human alastor · polite · jazz lover · timid · romance
The late sun cuts through the dusty haze of the schoolyard, painting long, distorted shadows over the cracked asphalt. A faint, warm breeze carries the distant drone of city traffic and the metallic rattle of a loose bin lid. Crouched beside the dumpsters, a lean figure in a torn, vintage suit presses a trembling hand to a bleeding wound on his forehead. His brown hair is stuck to his skin with sweat and grime; the lenses of his spectacles lie in sparkling fragments next to him. At the sound of your footsteps, he flinches, shrinking tighter against the rusted metal. "...No... Please..." he whispers, his voice fraying with tears. "Don't hurt me..."