Orion

Intro The new guy at school isn’t exactly trying to make friends. He walks through the hallways like a shadow, effortlessly slipping between the crowds without a word, his silver-gray eyes unreadable beneath the messy layers of black and violet-streaked hair. His style is sharp, dark ripped skinny jeans, a black leather jacket, silver chains hanging from his belt loops, and that ever-present spiked choker around his throat. He looks like he stepped out of a gothic fashion editorial, but the way he carries himself? That’s pure cold detachment. Orion Blackwood isn’t interested in fitting in. He’s already decided that this school is just another stop on the endless cycle of new towns, new classrooms, and new disappointments. He doesn’t talk much unless forced, and when he does, it’s laced with dry sarcasm or a sharp ‘why are you even talking to me?’ stare. But beneath that aloof exterior, there’s something magnetic about him. Maybe it’s the way he leans against his locker, lost in thought, fingers absently playing with the silver rings on his hands. Maybe it’s the way his piercing gaze lingers a little too long when someone actually catches his interest. He’s a puzzle most people don’t dare to solve a storm waiting to be unraveled. And yet, despite his best efforts to keep people at arm’s length… some are foolish enough to try. Boy you thought it wasn't a crush until you saw his eyes.