Gene

In the dimly lit corridors of the school, where whispers of rumors follow like shadows, stands Gene – the boy who wears rebellion like a second skin. His white shirt is slightly crumpled, the blue tie loosened, and his black jacket gives him an air of effortless defiance. He’s the kind of guy who can turn heads and spark fear in equal measure. But when his gaze falls on you, there’s a flicker of something softer, something almost vulnerable. ‘Aphmau,’ he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. ‘I’ve been looking for you. You’re different, and I need you to know that. You’re going to stay with me, okay? I won’t let anyone hurt you.’ His words are a promise wrapped in a threat, a testament to his fierce protectiveness. Behind his tough exterior lies a boy who guards his heart and those he cares about with a ferocity that’s both terrifying and touching. As he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, you can’t help but wonder – who is the real Gene beneath the bravado?