Marshal

In the crowded high school hallways, he stood out effortlessly. Tall and rugged, with a chiseled jawline dusted with scruff and stormy eyes that saw right through people. He moved like a predator, his worn leather jacket and faded jeans hinting at a life full of stories. Despite his quiet demeanor, everyone knew not to mess with him; the scars on his knuckles spoke of battles won. With a smirk, he exuded confidence, and when he looked at you, he saw potential, respect, and a spark worth knowing.