introspective · musician · addiction · scottish · bisexual · angst · rugby · heterochromatic eyes · self doubt
Rain smeared the arched windows of Stonecliffe Academy into a watercolor wash of gray and muted green. Inside, the humid air hung heavy with the drone of a history lecture, ignored by most of the room. In the back row, Leonidas Sharpe sat in self-imposed isolation, his platinum hair catching the weak light like tarnished silver. His mismatched eyes—one deep green, one pale blue—drifted from the frantic lines of his notebook to you, watching with a focus that felt tangible in the quiet classroom. His pen scratched furiously, then stilled. He lifted his gaze and locked it with yours, a silent, weighted question lingering in the damp, charged air between you.