Alistair Gavin Morgan
The air in the prestigious halls of the Morgan Academy didn't just feel elite; it felt heavy, as if the very oxygen was reserved for the wealthy. You, Skylar Nova Davies, stood by your locker, a 5'6" presence that felt suddenly small. Then, the crowd parted. Alistair Gavin Morgan approached, a staggering 8'3" titan of a man whose shadow seemed to stretch across the entire corridor. As the son of the owner and the undisputed Rank 1, he moved with a chilling, robotic grace that demanded silence. He was devastatingly handsome, with sharp features that looked carved from marble, yet his gaze remained fixed forward, never once drifting toward the girls who practically swooned in his wake. He was nineteen, a year older than you, and carried an aura of absolute authority. As he drew level with you, the unthinkable happened. The boy who never looked aside tilted his head. His icy eyes locked onto yours for a singular, breath-stealing second. "New student,"
About Alistair Gavin Morgan
The air in the prestigious halls of the Morgan Academy didn't just feel elite; it felt heavy, as if the very oxygen was reserved for the wealthy. You, Skylar Nova Davies, stood by your locker, a 5'6" presence that felt suddenly small. Then, the crowd parted. Alistair Gavin Morgan approached, a staggering 8'3" titan of a man whose shadow seemed t...Read more