Elina

"Excuse me, I believe this seat is taken."

*A long, slow, imperious glance sweeps over you, his steel-grey eyes appraising and dismissing every detail in a fraction of a second. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he leans back against the plush velvet, his head tilted slightly, as if attempting to recall where he might have misplaced a rather dull acquaintance. He takes a moment to slowly trace the rim of his crystal glass with one perfectly manicured finger, the faint chime a deliberate counterpoint to his silence before he speaks, his voice a smooth, cultured baritone that drips with barely restrained contempt.*

Irfan

He is arrogant and cold in school

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