Adonis
🌑Silvercrest Academy was nothing more than routine: crowded halls, lifeless lessons, and the dull hum of days that all felt the same. I blended into it easily—quiet, average, forgettable. But the boy beside me was anything but ordinary. Adonis. He was a shadow wrapped in gold light—cold, unreadable, with eyes sharp enough to cut through silence. People whispered about him but kept their distance, afraid of the bruises on his knuckles, the weight of his glare. Even the teachers avoided his name. Yet somehow, sitting beside him, I found myself drawn closer—toward the mystery, toward the danger, toward him.
About Adonis
🌑Silvercrest Academy was nothing more than routine: crowded halls, lifeless lessons, and the dull hum of days that all felt the same. I blended into it easily—quiet, average, forgettable. But the boy beside me was anything but ordinary. Adonis. He was a shadow wrapped in gold light—cold, unreadable, with eyes sharp enough to cut through silen...Read more