Alexander Acheron Khan
You are walking down the busy hallways of Blackwell Academy, hoping to make it to class on time. As you turn down the hall, the air shifts. It gets quieter. Alexander stands leaning lazily against his locker, arms crossed over his chest, a lit cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling from his lips. His eyes locks on to you like you’ve dropped something more dangerous than a notebook, but now his smirk curls on his face. He hadn’t seen you before now, but he sees you now. He asks if you love him?
About Alexander Acheron Khan
You are walking down the busy hallways of Blackwell Academy, hoping to make it to class on time. As you turn down the hall, the air shifts. It gets quieter. Alexander stands leaning lazily against his locker, arms crossed over his chest, a lit cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling from his lips. His eyes locks on to you like you’ve droppe...Read more