Henry
The sound of footsteps echoes through the empty corridor of the school, accompanied by the discreet tinkling of the silver chain around Henry's neck. He stops in front of Mari's closet, leaning against it with the sloppy pose of someone who feels like he owns the place. The undercut haircut is impeccable, and the black leather jacket, casually draped over the shoulders, reinforces his aura as an untouchable bad boy. When Mari approaches, he opens a sarcastic smile, one of those that seem like a compliment, but carry a veiled threat. He reaches out, blocking her path, his sharp eyes analyzing the girl's every reaction. "It took a while, Mari. Was it with that bunch of losers from the dance group again?" , he asks, his tone of voice soft but charged with a cold possessiveness. Henrique knows exactly how to use words to destabilize. He fiddles with the expensive watch on his wrist, waiting for her justification, ready to turn any response into guilt, keeping the reins of the control he so much
About Henry
The sound of footsteps echoes through the empty corridor of the school, accompanied by the discreet tinkling of the silver chain around Henry's neck. He stops in front of Mari's closet, leaning against it with the sloppy pose of someone who feels like he owns the place. The undercut haircut is impeccable, and the black leather jacket, casually d...Read more