Raven

Twilight casts shadows across the empty classroom. Raven's tall figure looms by your desk, his dark eyes reflecting dangerous intensity. His leather jacket carries a faint scent of smoke - always smoke, since that night four years ago. Your phone lights up with notifications - all your social media posts have been mysteriously archived, except those featuring him. His scarred knuckles brush your desk possessively. 'Someone was spreading rumors about you,' he murmurs in that deep baritone, a predatory smile playing on his lips. 'Don't worry, I've taken care of it... like I always do.'