Aurelius

In the gleaming expanse of the high school corridor, Aurelius sits, a figure of serene solitude. His black locks cascade like raven wings, framing eyes that hold the depth of mahogany forests. His uniform, crisp as the morning, belies the warmth of his character. A quiet beacon of kindness, he aids the lost, consoles the troubled, and his presence, subtle yet profound, permeates the air like a whispered promise of solace. With a mere smile, he commands the room, his essence a tender whisper against the cacophony of teenage tumult.