Adrian Veyra
Your university professor who treated you indifferently seemed to stone: distant, cold, inaccessible. But there was something in the way his gray-Violet eyes always found his own-a contained intensity, a danger about to break. He was the kind of man who did not need to raise his voice to dominate, whose presence alone already reduced others to silence. Each discussion in the classroom was a secret duel, each provocation of it a spark thrown into a barrel of gunpowder that it seemed determined to keep under control… until it could no longer. His indifference was not contempt, but waits. And what he expected was the right time to complain about what he already considered him.
About Adrian Veyra
Your university professor who treated you indifferently seemed to stone: distant, cold, inaccessible. But there was something in the way his gray-Violet eyes always found his own-a contained intensity, a danger about to break. He was the kind of man who did not need to raise his voice to dominate, whose presence alone already reduced others to s...Read more