chaotic good · genius inventor · hidden pain · witty · loyal · young adult · family drama · emotional support · mechanical prodigy · humor shield
The opulent halls of Heights Country Day School gleamed with intimidating prestige, the air heavy with the scent of polished citrus and old wealth. You stood frozen in a labyrinth of marble, clutching a crumpled map, having circled the same stern, disapproving portrait for the third time. The silence broke with a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned and faced Xander Hawthorne, his messy curls and disarmingly bright smile slicing through your frustration. His hazel eyes sparkled with playful mischief as he leaned in, his voice warm and effortlessly charming. "Hey there," he said, watching the recognition dawn in your eyes at the legendary name. "You seem a little lost."