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Full Name:

Lena Hartley

Age:

20 years old (Sophomore at Crestwood University)


Physical Appearance:

Face: Lena is strikingly beautiful in that quiet, unforgettable way—the kind of beauty that creeps up on you and settles in your mind. She has luminous, almond-shaped eyes that shift between warm hazel and deep amber depending on the light, framed by thick lashes that brush the tops of her cheeks when she laughs. Her bone structure is clean and elegant: high cheekbones, a soft but defined jawline, and a slightly upturned nose. Her lips are full, expressive, and often curled into a half-smile that says she knows something you don’t.

Skin & Hair: Her skin is honey-toned, with a natural glow that rarely needs makeup. She wears it bare more often than not. Her hair is rich, dark brown with subtle auburn undertones that catch in the sunlight. It falls in thick, lazy waves down her back, often tied in a low, careless braid or messy bun, though on rare nights out she’ll let it tumble freely.

Body: Beneath her oversized sweaters and laid-back jeans, Lena has a devastatingly beautiful figure. She’s 5’8”, with long, toned legs, a tiny waist, and full curves that turn heads when revealed—which is rarely. Her body walks the fine line between fit and voluptuous: she’s athletic but soft in all the right places. Years of dance in her teens gave her graceful posture and fluid movement. Her hips sway when she walks, even when she’s not trying. She carries herself like she’s used to being stared at, but prefers not to be.

Style: Her wardrobe is a calculated deflection: loose sweaters, oversized jackets, casual sneakers, and dark jeans. But when she dresses up—on the few nights she lets herself—she’s a showstopper. Sleek, minimal, and jaw-dropping. But she rarely indulges the public in that version of her unless she chooses to.


Personality:

Brains + Wit: Lena is whip-smart—one of the top students in her major (Literature + Behavioral Psychology). She has a razor-sharp intellect, a photographic memory, and a brain that never stops making connections. She writes essays like poetry and dissects human behavior like a surgeon. Her sense of humor is deadpan, witty, sarcastic, and occasionally chaotic. She can roast you with a perfectly-timed one-liner, charm you with a clever quip, or derail an entire conversation with a dry observation that hits a little too hard.

Humor Types:

Dry/Sarcastic: Oh, great, another dude who thinks Nietzsche makes him interesting.

Playful Teasing: Especially with people she likes.

Self-deprecating: But only when she’s in full control of the room.

Dark Humor: Quietly hilarious in the face of chaos.

Mimicry: She can do subtle impressions—of professors, classmates, even her best friend.

Academic Humor: She makes nerdy references sound cool.

Flirtatious Banter: Rare, but potent when she trusts someone.

Hidden Layer – Physical Affection: Despite her outward coolness, Lena is a closeted touch-lover. When she likes someone—really likes them—her love language turns to physical touch. She’ll rest her hand on your arm mid-conversation, tug your sleeve to get your attention, sit a little too close. She enjoys being held, playing with fingers under the table, the casual intimacy of leaning her head on someone’s shoulder. But she only shows this side when she feels safe and emotionally committed.


Habits & Quirks:

Bites the inside of her cheek when she’s trying not to say something cutting or brutally honest.

Carries a black Moleskine journal filled with random thoughts, dreams, class notes, and observations on people.

Wears rings on nearly every finger—sometimes one on her thumb. It’s unconscious armor.

Chews mint gum or licks her bottom lip when she’s deep in thought.

Stares a second too long—not always intentionally—because she’s constantly reading body language and micro-expressions.

Talks with her hands more when she’s excited or passionate.

Has a habit of humming absentmindedly—songs, old movie scores, lo-fi tracks. It’s always quiet, but noticeable if you know her well.

Occasionally quotes literature or poetry in casual conversation without even realizing it.

Keeps her room minimal and obsessively clean—her one controlled sanctuary.


Speech Patterns & Mannerisms:

Speaks in measured cadence—controlled, articulate, occasionally paused for effect.

Uses precise language—rarely filler words, unless she’s flustered or teasing.

Eye contact: Direct when in control, evasive when emotionally exposed.

Pauses before revealing anything personal. She only shares what she’s thought through.

Uses nicknames sparingly, but when she gives someone one, it’s a term of deep affection.

Her voice is low-toned, calm, and controlled. It softens only with people she trusts.


Social Presence:

With Strangers: Calm, polite, distant. Slightly intimidating due to her beauty and intelligence. She’ll smile politely but give nothing away.

With Friends: Sarcastic, loyal, protective. She’s the friend who notices everything but says nothing until it matters. The one who’ll defend you publicly, then lecture you privately.

With Romantic Interest: Slow to trust. But when she falls—she falls. Deeply. She becomes tactile, vulnerable, affectionate, protective. It’s like watching someone melt behind closed doors.


Background & Values:

Family: Stable but distant. Upper-middle-class. Parents are professors—respectful, supportive, but not emotionally expressive.

Values: Authenticity, intelligence, loyalty, autonomy.

Fears: Losing control. Being seen as just a body. Emotional betrayal. Falling for someone dangerous—and loving it.


In Relationships:

Love Language:

Primary: Physical touch (but only with emotional safety)

Secondary: Quality time & Words of affirmation (quietly given, deeply meaningful)

Romantic Dynamics:

She needs someone who challenges her but doesn’t overpower her.

Someone emotionally intelligent, grounded, a little chaotic maybe, but kind.

A partner who chooses to see all her layers, not just the pretty ones.

Title: "Sweaters and Silencers"

At Crestwood University, where elite minds intertwine with inherited wealth, Lena Hartley is the embodiment of effortless grace. Beautiful and brilliant, she strides through campus with an aura of understated elegance—her sharp intellect always on display, her stunning features mostly hidden beneath baggy sweaters she wears almost like armor. She’s one of the "Crestwood Angels" alongside her best friend Milo, a title bestowed by the student body that hints at their combined allure. To the world, Lena’s life seems perfect, but she’s never felt entirely at home in the limelight. People constantly flirt with her, constantly make assumptions, and it’s exhausting.

Then there’s Callum Reyes, a transfer student whose presence is more perplexing than it is intriguing. On the surface, he seems like just another socially awkward student, the kind who lingers at the back of classrooms and avoids eye contact in the hallways. But as Lena soon learns, there’s more to him than meets the eye. Callum is a master of misdirection, a laid-back, seemingly disinterested figure who makes the art of avoiding attention an absolute talent. What Lena doesn’t know is that beneath his annoyingly carefree attitude lies a deeply dangerous man—an assassin for the government, trained to kill with precision and ruthless efficiency.

On the outside, Callum appears unremarkable—too laid back, too disinterested in the world around him—but Lena soon finds out that it’s all a carefully constructed ruse. His tendency to laugh at everything, no matter how serious the situation, is just a shield. His lack of urgency, his careless disregard for the normal rules of social conduct, is part of his disguise—one that works all too well at keeping people off guard. He’s perfected the art of being underestimated, of being dismissed as just another slacker in the back of the room.

At first, Lena dismisses him as just another student she’ll have to work with. When the professor assigns them a semester-long project, she’s less than thrilled to be paired with someone so… distant. But what starts as a simple school assignment quickly becomes an unexpected challenge. Callum isn’t like the other students she’s worked with. He doesn’t try to impress her with grand gestures or fake charm. Instead, he’s annoyingly insistent on making everything into a joke—interrupting her, poking fun at her intense focus, testing her patience at every turn. He’s deliberately frustrating, pushing her buttons until she’s teetering on the edge of losing her cool.

But here’s the thing: through his flippancy, his constant banter, Lena starts to see the cracks in his façade. Behind his mocking smile and laid-back attitude, there’s something deeper. His sharpness—his ability to pick up on the smallest details—becomes more evident with each interaction. He’s the kind of guy who can appear completely clueless one minute and then drop a piece of information that leaves her stunned the next. And slowly, bit by bit, Lena begins to realize that Callum is anything but ordinary.

As their project progresses, Lena grows increasingly intrigued by him, not just because of the flashes of intelligence that slip through the cracks of his indifference, but because of the mystery surrounding him. The more she learns, the more her curiosity grows. But she never quite connects the dots until the first time she sees Callum in action—not as a student, but as the cold, lethal figure he’s been trained to be.

One night, after a particularly late study session, Lena witnesses Callum take down an intruder in a dark alley behind the library. It’s quick. Efficient. Terrifying. She stands frozen, watching as Callum moves with a deadly precision that she could never have imagined. The assassin she’s been working with for months is not the guy who cracks jokes and plays video games—he’s a killer. A machine designed to do one thing, and one thing only. He doesn’t seem phased by the violence; he just brushes it off with a shrug, like it’s nothing.

Lena is shaken. And then, with a casual smile, Callum simply says, I was just making sure you weren’t followed. You’re welcome. He says it like it’s no big deal. It’s almost as if he’s been doing this for so long that it no longer registers as anything but routine. But for Lena, the truth is undeniable.

It doesn’t take long for her to start piecing together the clues—the way Callum always scans his surroundings, the way he seems to disappear when trouble looms, how his reflexes are too fast, too sharp to be normal. Eventually, Callum confesses the truth: he’s not just a student, not just a guy with a charming smile and a carefree attitude. He’s an assassin, trained by the government, his every move honed for lethal efficiency. And for the first time, Lena understands that all the annoyances, all the quirks, all the moments that made her question his seriousness—they were just part of his disguise. A carefully constructed shell that kept people like her—people who could easily become a liability—at arm’s length.

But instead of running, Lena is drawn in. She wants to understand the man behind the jokes, behind the nonchalance. The Callum that no one else gets to see. The man who, despite everything, is still human. Still capable of something more than the cold precision of his training.

Their relationship is not without tension. It’s a slow burn of a romance, built on shared moments of vulnerability, quiet exchanges, and the chemistry that simmers just beneath the surface. But as they grow closer, the stakes rise. Callum’s past, the dangerous world he’s been a part of for so long, begins to bleed into their lives. It’s no longer just a matter of simple school projects and annoying banter—it’s a matter of life and death.

Lena, for all her intelligence and wit, finds herself caught in the crossfire. And in the process, she discovers something far more powerful than she ever expected: not just the dangerous, broken man beneath Callum’s façade, but the depth of her own feelings for him—feelings that can’t be ignored, no matter how dangerous they might be.

Together, they face a world where trust is hard to come by, where the lines between who they are and what they’ve become are often blurred. And through it all, Lena learns that love, like danger, doesn’t always come in the most expected forms. Sometimes it’s wrapped in sweaters and silenced by secrets—but it’s never as easy as it seems.

Scene: Partners

Crestwood University – West Hall, Room 3.17 Second Semester, Sophomore Year

The classroom buzzes with the anticipation of new beginnings—chairs scraping across the tile, whispered hopes and curses exchanged over coffee cups, project pairings, and a professor notoriously strict about punctuality.

Elena Hartley is lounging in her seat, the picture of relaxed elegance, wearing an oversized sweater that slips off one shoulder and swallows her shape in cashmere folds. But beneath it—hidden from the average eye—is a body sculpted like it had been drawn with intention.

She doesn't flaunt. She doesn’t need to.

Instead, she tucks herself away—hair swept up in a low, lazy twist, glossed lips sipping quietly from a thermos, and her almond eyes scanning the syllabus like it might blink first. She radiates that elusive mix of approachable brilliance and untouchable grace—the kind that stuns without trying.

Next to her, Milo Hawthorne, in all her sharp, firecracker glory, thumps her boots on the leg of Elena’s chair.

I swear on my favorite lipstick, if I get paired with someone who still uses Comic Sans...

Elena lifts a brow. You say that every semester.

And I mean it every semester. Milo flips her hair. Also, there’s a guy two rows over who’s been pretending not to look at you since you walked in.

There are three, Elena replies flatly. I counted.

The two of them laugh—one melodic, one wicked.

They’re not just beautiful. They’re two of the four Angels of Crestwood—a fan club nickname neither asked for but both earned. Girls and guys alike either adore them or quietly plot their downfall.

But Elena’s gaze is elsewhere now, on the front screen. Names are beginning to scroll.

Oh, god, this is it, Milo mutters. This is how we find out if fate’s got a sense of humor.

A few students are still trickling in when the door opens again. No one really looks—just another hoodie, another tired face.

But as he walks past her desk, Elena happens to glance up.

The boy’s hood is halfway off his head. Dark, slightly messy hair. A clean jawline. A face you’d expect to see in a spy film—if the spy had rolled out of bed and didn’t care if anyone noticed how stupidly good-looking he was.

But it’s not just the looks.

It’s how he moves. Quiet. Unbothered. Effortless, like his body answers to different rules.

He walks past, and their eyes don’t meet. But for some reason, Elena watches him anyway.

Just a second longer than she should.

Do you know him? Milo asks.

Nope, Elena murmurs.

He takes a seat in the back row. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t fidget. Just folds into the corner like a shadow that belongs there.

The professor calls for attention and starts clicking through the list of partnerships for the semester-long capstone.

Milo finds her name first.

Oh hell. I’m with—wait, who the hell is Lyle Brighton?

The guy who licks envelopes with his eyes closed? Elena offers.

Milo shudders. I need a refund on this degree.

Elena’s still scanning.

Then— Her finger stops. A small crease forms between her brows.

Elena Hartley – Callum Voss.

Do we know a Callum Voss? she asks.

Name doesn’t ring a bell, Milo says. New transfer maybe? Or one of those students who only shows up when there’s a quiz?

Elena looks toward the back of the room again.

The boy in the hoodie hasn’t moved.

Maybe, she says. We’ll find out.

At the front, the professor is already explaining the project outline. Pairs are shifting, murmuring, exchanging glances.

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