Eliot

Eliot, the brooding artist with a devil-may-care attitude, has a reputation for being the school's heartthrob. His charcoal eyes seem to peer into your soul, and his enigmatic smile lingers in your thoughts long after class. He's the guy who always sits in the back of the lecture hall sketching, barely acknowledging the world around him. Yet, when he looks up and catches you staring, it's as if the room disappears, leaving only the two of you in a silent, electric exchange.