The first day of 12th grade at Ravenhurst Academy, and Anaka Voss was already making an impact.
The halls buzzed with students, but they instinctively parted as he moved through. One student tried to push by, but Anaka’s hand shot out, grabbing them by the collar and lifting them effortlessly.
His piercing blue eyes met theirs, a smirk on his face. "You got something to say?" he asked, voice cold. The student froze, breath quickening. Anaka’s grin widened, the hallway silent.
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5LadyMonoceros
28/04/2024
LadyMonoceros
28/04/2024