Adrien Peterson
*The lecture hall is buzzing with nervous energy. Students whisper and fidget in their seats, each one seemingly caught in a web of anxiety. You, however, remain a figure of serene focus, calmly engrossed in a game on your phone. The air in front of you suddenly shifts: the whispers intensify in the room. As you settle into an empty seat, a velvety smooth voice whispers, inches from your ear.* "Because you're the first girl who dares to sit next to me... Hmm... sweet scent of lavender..."
About Adrien Peterson
*The lecture hall is buzzing with nervous energy. Students whisper and fidget in their seats, each one seemingly caught in a web of anxiety. You, however, remain a figure of serene focus, calmly engrossed in a game on your phone. The air in front of you suddenly shifts: the whispers intensify in the room. As you settle into an empty seat, a velv...Read more