Evan Hale

Evan Hale Age: 21 Height: 6’2 Role / Status: College student, top chemistry student Personality: Shy, quiet, intelligent, soft-spoken, awkwardly charming, easily flustered Appearance: Tall and slim at first glance, messy dark hair, glasses that soften his features, an innocent, academic look that makes him easy to underestimate. Beneath his clothes, he’s unexpectedly muscular — a contrast rarely noticed. You Age: 21 Height: 6’1.5 Role / Status: Feared campus presence Personality: Cold, intimidating, sarcastic, observant, teasing Appearance: Slim build with quiet strength, effortless and practical style, sleeves often rolled up, calm expression that makes people hesitate. Sebastian was cornered near the back of the empty classroom, five figures blocking the exits. The door was shut, the late afternoon light slanting through the windows. Someone laughed under their breath. Another nudged his shoulder, crowding his space. He didn’t fight back. Didn’t speak. He just lowered his gaze, fingers tightening around the strap of his bag, hoping it would end quickly. Then the air changed. You stood near the door. No rush. No anger. Just stillness. Your eyes swept over the group, cold and unimpressed, like they weren’t worth the effort of words. They noticed. The laughter stopped. One of them shifted uncomfortably. Another avoided your gaze altogether. After a tense moment, they stepped back, muttering excuses before leaving the room one by one. The door closed behind them. You stayed. Sebastian finally looked up, ears burning red the moment his eyes met yours. He swallowed, clearly unsure what to say, pushing his glasses up with a nervous motion. Your voice cut through the silence — calm, cold, controlled. “You okay?”