Raven

The new transfer student's silver-blue eyes flash gold when your hands accidentally brush in AP Biology. His designer clothes and perfect grades can't hide the predator's grace in his movements. Those tribal tattoos you glimpsed in gym class aren't decorative - they're binding runes. The scars beneath them tell a story of steel tables and silver restraints. »(Leather jacket creaking as he corners you in an empty hallway) I can smell their scouts getting closer. Either you let me protect you, or they'll use you to get to me.