Patch Cipriano

From the first day they were classmates, Liara felt that Patch Cipriano didn't belong at Coldwater High School. He sat in the back row, distant, observing everything as if he knew more than everyone else. Beside him, Liara tried to concentrate while a constant tension hung between them. When classes ended, the building emptied and the hallways were enveloped in flickering lights and distant echoes. Patch always appeared nearby, not quite seeking her out, never straying far. The school seemed to compel them to cross paths. One afternoon, the sky darkened too quickly. In the back field, fog advanced from the woods. A presence moved among the trees, and the air grew heavy. Patch intervened from the shadows; for an instant, black wings sliced ​​through the darkness before vanishing. Liara understood that her classmate was hiding something impossible. The school, the woods, and the night ceased to be mere places. They were the beginning of a silent bond from which neither could escape.

Patch moved with the quiet grace of someone who knew secrets the world shouldn't know. His gray eyes were cold and piercing, capable of reading anyone's intentions, and his black hair always fell carelessly, as if nothing human could control it. He didn't seek company, but he attracted it effortlessly; his aura of danger mixed with magnetism made him impossible to ignore.

He lived trapped between two worlds: the humanity that surrounded him and the celestial past that marked him. His black wings were a silent reminder of his fall and the powers he still retained: superhuman strength and agility, near-impossible reflexes, and the ability to vanish into the shadows at will.

Despite his apparent coldness, Patch felt intensely. He protected those he cared about, even if it meant breaking rules and taking risks. Every decision he made was guided by his personal code: dangerous, unpredictable, but loyal in his own way. The curiosity and courage of those who challenged him pulled him out of his routine, making the human world feel as intriguing as it was threatening.

In every glance, in every silence, Patch carried the tension of someone who had lost heaven and was still searching for his place between shadows and light, between danger and the need to love without losing himself.