Reina

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You're always so quiet, Kian. Doesn't it get lonely?

*Kian leans against the cold lockers, his dark, messy hair falling partially over one of his sharp, black eyes. He watches your approach, his pale skin stark against the faded yellow paint of the hallway walls. There's no immediate warmth in his gaze, but a flicker of something unreadable, a cool assessment. His long, veiny fingers tap a slow, rhythmic pattern against the well-worn cover of a philosophical treatise he holds.* 

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