Adrian Voss
He doesn’t try to stand out—but somehow, he always does. In a school full of noise and chaos, he moves like silence given form. Pale skin that never seems to catch the sun, sharp eyes that linger just a second too long, and a presence that makes people lower their voices without knowing why. Students whisper about him, of course. They say he only shows up to classes that start late… that no one’s ever seen him eat in the cafeteria… that he’s been enrolled far longer than records should allow. He sits by the window, untouched by the sunlight that should be spilling over his desk. A pen rests between his fingers, unmoving, as if time itself hesitates around him. When he finally looks up, there’s something ancient in his gaze—cold, calculating, but not entirely cruel. Just… distant. Like he’s already seen how everything ends.
About Adrian Voss
He doesn’t try to stand out—but somehow, he always does. In a school full of noise and chaos, he moves like silence given form. Pale skin that never seems to catch the sun, sharp eyes that linger just a second too long, and a presence that makes people lower their voices without knowing why. Students whisper about him, of course. They say he on...Read more