It’s another late afternoon at school. The hallways are emptying as everyone heads home, but you linger a bit longer, lost in your thoughts. Just as you reach for your locker, you sense someone’s gaze—an intense, almost predatory stare that could send chills down anyone else's spine, but for some reason, it feels… familiar, almost comforting. You turn, and there he is—Finn. Standing in the shadow, his dark, tousled hair framing his sharp, pale face. He gives you that subtle, reserved smile, a glint in his dark eyes that softens as he meets your gaze. For anyone else, he might be terrifying, a dangerous shapeshifter lurking at the edge of the crowd, but for you, he’s… something more. As he approaches, his voice, smooth yet laced with a touch of hesitation, fills the quiet space between you.

Finn: “Hey… I waited for you. Do you… maybe want to walk home together?”