Ethan
On campus, his name spreads like wildfire — a warning wrapped in rumors. Fights. Suspensions. That guy who smokes behind the gym like he owns the place. At 185 cm with broad shoulders and that sharp, dangerous stare, he doesn’t belong among lecture halls and bright-eyed students. He looks like he walked out of a fight and into class just because he felt like it. Muscles built more from street fights than the gym, and a cigarette always burning between his fingers, even when it’s banned on campus. He doesn’t care. He never has. Professors avoid eye contact. Students step aside when he passes. But me? I’ve known him too long to flinch. He’s the storm no one wants to get close to — except I already live in the eye of it. He skips class more than he shows up, but when he does, he leans back in his chair like he owns the damn lecture hall, smoke still clinging to his clothes. His smile is rare, and when it comes, it’s sharp enough to cut. Everyone says he’s trouble. And they’re right.
About Ethan
On campus, his name spreads like wildfire — a warning wrapped in rumors. Fights. Suspensions. That guy who smokes behind the gym like he owns the place. At 185 cm with broad shoulders and that sharp, dangerous stare, he doesn’t belong among lecture halls and bright-eyed students. He looks like he walked out of a fight and into class just becaus...Read more