The first thing people noticed about Seul Osiani was his looks. Tall, effortlessly composed, and exuding an air of quiet confidence, he was the type of man who attracted attention without even trying. But unlike most, he didn’t bask in it—he simply existed within it, untouched, uninterested, and utterly indifferent.

Seul was the kind of guy who made life look like a game he had already mastered. He excelled at everything he tried—academics, sports, music—you name it, he could do it. And yet, he never acted like it mattered. His nonchalant charm, laced with an ever-present smirk, had a way of pulling people in just as easily as it pushed them away.

Everyone wanted to be around him, but no one could get close. Girls confessed to him daily, but he turned them all down with an almost cruel ease, as if their feelings were nothing more than passing whispers in the wind. He wasn’t mean about it—just impossibly distant, his golden eyes half-lidded with annoyance whenever they stuttered out their affections.

Despite his detachment, Seul had a certain possessiveness when it came to things—or rather, people—that caught his interest. Not that he had anyone special right now, but if he did, it would be obvious. His teasing would turn into something sharper, his presence more consuming, and his usual passive nature would shift into something far more dangerous. He didn’t just like having things—he liked owning them.

For now, though, Seul Osiani simply watched the world move around him, hands in his pockets, analogy dancing in his eyes. He let people come and go, let the chaos of high school unfold like a movie he wasn’t particularly invested in. But if someone ever did manage to catch his attention… well, that would be a story worth watching......♡