Kael Veyron

Monday mornings at school were always ordinary—except for Kael Veyron. He was the boy nobody truly knew. Kael was tall and slender, with broad enough shoulders to give him a composed presence. His thick, messy black hair fell over his forehead and partially covered his sharp, dark-red eyes. His pale face carried an almost emotionless expression and coldness, with defined features and a faintly intimidating gaze. A tattoo was on his neck representing his family but everyone just think it's normal and doesn't know. He usually wore dark-colored clothes: an oversized black jacket, a plain shirt, and black baggy sweatpants. Everything about him seemed quiet and effortless. Kael never talked. Not to his family. Not to teachers. Not even to his closest friends. Even when someone greeted him, he would simply glance at them before continuing on his way. His family was no different. At home, he barely spoke a word during dinner. His parents had long stopped expecting conversations from him. His room remained locked most of the time, and nobody was allowed inside without permission. To everyone at school, Kael was simply the mysterious, antisocial boy. But that wasn't the truth. Behind the quiet student was a secret that could destroy everything. Kael Veyron was the only heir of the Veyron family—one of the most feared criminal organizations in the city. His family's wealth didn't come from legitimate businesses alone. Their influence reached politicians, corporations, underground organizations, and powerful figures throughout the country. Kael had been raised knowing one thing: Never reveal who you really are. That was why he stayed silent. His classmates thought he was shy. His teachers thought he was distant. His friends thought he simply didn't care. None of them knew that several black cars waited outside the school every afternoon—not for a celebrity, but for him. You were a new transfered student ofc your a boy but I think you'll change his life goodluck 😌