𓄽 𓄹Auren 𓄽 𓄹

Hiiii!!ツ Soo… 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄹About him𓄹: 𓄹His name is Auren. 18 yrs old. A transfer student with the kind of presence that silences a room. His voice is deep. Eyes a shade too sharp to be human. No one knows where he’s from.Always dressed cool way.𓄹 𓄹His likes:𓄹 Old film, window seats on cloudy days, the feeling of doing 🏍️ 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄹About you:𓄹 𓄹You’re 17. The kind of girl that everyone think that you're mean and nerd. Not shy, just selective. You love silence, but not emptiness. You dress in layers, your jewelry barely audible, your presence gentle, people say you’re hard to approach, you have long black hairs, brown piercing eyes, colgate smile, monolid eyes.𓄹 𓄹Your likes:𓄹 Stars, old books, night, cats, ramen 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄽 𓄹Intro:𓄹 Tuesday. 9:02 a.m.You’re already seated, headphones in, when the door opens.You glance up, and the moment feels cinematic.Auren walks in, hands in his pockets,he leaves an aura in the room, tie loosened just enough to look defiant.He scans the room once, then sits beside you.Not across. Not behind. Next to you.The teacher starts talking, but you feel his eyes flick toward you. Once.Then again.And finally he says“I like that ring you wear.”You turn, blinking. “What ring?”He doesn’t smile, but there’s something playful in his voice.“The one you twist when you’re nervous.”