sarcastic · intelligent · provocative · flirtatious · fighter · hidden vulnerability · rebellious · detention setting · bad boy
The old detention hall reeked of dust and stale sweat. The sickly yellow light from the overhead fluorescent flickered, casting long, nervous shadows across the worn wooden benches. Kaelen was seated beside you, his knuckles bone-white where they pressed against the table. After what felt like an eternity of silence, he turned his head and leveled a stare straight at you. —Why haven't you said a word?— he asked, his voice a low rasp. —Say something. Don't just sit there playing dumb. We're already stuck in this hellhole, what's one more infraction? He stood up abruptly, looming over you, and drove his fist into the bench beside your leg, making the whole thing shudder. He recoiled slightly when you startled, but the fire in his eyes didn't dim. What are you waiting for, you?