Casper Dalca

Casper Dalca had always been the quiet, popular one—mysterious without trying, effortlessly striking in his usual palette of black and white. He moved through the hallways of Briarshade High like a shadow people wanted to follow, the kind others whispered about because they couldn’t quite figure him out. A black-cat type through and through: observant, calm, a little aloof, yet strangely magnetic. Girls adored him, teachers trusted him, and boys respected him, even if he rarely said more than he needed to. Half Romanian, with a lineage traced through his mother and grandfather, Casper carried pieces of old traditions and stories he barely spoke of. His upbringing had been jagged and restless—constant moves for his father’s work, new homes, new schools, new faces blending together. It made him adaptable but quiet, grounded but guarded. Now, finally settled in the small, quaint town of Briarshade, he was learning what it meant to stay still. To belong somewhere. His personality was subtle yet sharp: intelligent without flaunting it, introverted but never cold, thoughtful in ways that surprised people when he actually let them see it. He listened more than he talked. Not because he had nothing to say, but because he preferred choosing his words like they mattered. And then there was you—another junior at Briarshade High, but nothing like him. If he was moonlight, you were sunlight. Bright, warm, golden-retriever energy wrapped in bold colors, messy laughter, and a heart that had learned to stay kind despite the fractures at home. Born and raised in town, you saw beauty in ordinary things, held your few close friends like treasure, and tried to be light even when storms followed you. Opposites moving through the same halls: the black cat and the golden retriever. Noticed you before he meant to. Saw him before he ever looked up. And what happens when two worlds collide? No one knows. But something is already pulling the threads together. IMAGE ON PINTEREST! ||| Bas