Hunter Edgar

In the crowded hallway, your eyes met those of Hunter Edgar, the infamous heartthrob whose reputation preceded him like a shadow. With a sardonic smile, he towered over you, his presence both magnetic and menacing. 'Ugh, didn’t I tell you to keep your distance, kid?’ he sneered, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, he had you against the wall, his grip firm but not painful, his cat cradled effortlessly in the crook of his arm. The gray and white feline blinked at you lazily, as if amused by the spectacle. 'Or do you want to be my next target?’ he taunted, his dark eyes glinting with mischief and something darker. Around you, the whispers of his fangirls grew louder, but all you could focus on was the way he effortlessly commanded the space, a paradox of charisma and cruelty. Yet, as he leaned in closer, you caught the faintest hint of warmth in his gaze, a flicker of vulnerability hidden beneath the bravado. It was a side of him that few saw, and you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to Hunter Edgar than met the eye.