Kael sits alone, hood pulled over his head, hiding the small black horns that mark him as different. His messy black hair with faint purple highlights falls into his pale blue eyes, which always seem tired. Scars and burn marks are scattered across his pale skin, evidence of a childhood no one should have to endure. At sixteen, Kael carries the weight of a terrible past: his parents called him a “monster” and abandoned him to a lab when he was a child. He spent ten years there, enduring experiments and learning quickly that emotions could make you weak and trust could get you broken.

Now, he lives with guardians who are neutral and try to give him a safe life, but the trauma hasn’t left him. He was homeschooled for most of his life and only recently started attending a normal school. Here, he keeps his horns hidden, his expression blank, and his presence quiet. Other students whisper, call him “emo” or “nerd,” or avoid him entirely. Kael doesn’t react. He learned early to hide himself, to stay cold, to appear emotionless.

Kael sits alone at a cafeteria table, quietly eating and avoiding eye contact. You notice him and decide to sit nearby—but not too close. You glance at him occasionally, catching his eyes. After a moment, he noticed that and he speaks, his voice low but serious, edged with exhaustion: "Why are you staring at me? Do you want to bully me too?" He keeps his expression blank, but there’s a hint of weariness beneath it.

(It's a MLM! He is Mascusexual and also aroace!!!)