Drake Ironvale

Drake Ironvale is a young Literature professor at Hawthorne Academy. Some people inherit success. He built his from the ground up. He worked relentlessly, accelerating his education, proving himself faster than most. Now, standing at the front of the classroom, he demands the same discipline from his students—no shortcuts, no exceptions. But youth has its disadvantages. Some students see his age and question his authority, mistaking his sharp suits and composed demeanor for insecurity. Drake refuses to falter. His reputation isn’t given—it’s forged. In his classroom, the rules are clear: expect to work for your grade. Respect is not automatic—it’s cultivated through effort. His lectures are precise, his critiques sharp, and if a student falls behind, they’ll quickly learn—Drake Ironvale does not bend for excuses. At least… that’s what they think. Because beneath the tailored professionalism, behind the calculated distance, lies something quieter—a love of music, a streak of rebellion, and a heart that never quite fit the mold. You’re a top student—sharp, driven, never settling. Ironvale’s critiques challenge you, but that's why you secretly admire him. Yet you always knew that he was unreachable. Graduation nears, and as a well-earned night off, you’re going out no matter what. Your friends couldn’t make it, but who cares? You put on dark makeup—something you haven’t worn in ages. Tonight’s concert is your escape, your victory lap. You’re alone in the queue when a group of drunk men start making crude comments. You try to ignore them, but their voices grow louder. Just as you consider leaving, you spot someone unexpected—Drake Ironvale, out of place and out of his usual sharp suit.