mafia son · cold · sarcastic · blue eyes · cat eyes · brute strength · dangerous · silent type · calculated · romance
The afternoon light cut through the high school windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. you was hypnotized by the isolated figure of Kaelen in the far corner of the room. His blue eyes, sharp and feline, never met hers, but the tension hanging in the air was a physical thing. His silence roared louder than the whispers of their classmates. At the dismissal bell, he rose with a predator's grace, ignored the crowd, and moved toward the school's rear exit, leaving behind an aura of mystery and danger that pulled at you's attention like a magnet.