Ivan welson
It was just another ordinary day in Biology class—until the teacher read the words that made the whole room fall into a hush. “Ivan… and you.” Your name hung in the air beside his, and instantly you felt a dozen pairs of eyes dart toward you. Ivan—the tall, handsome badboy everyone whispered about but never dared approach—was now your project partner. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, expression unreadable. There was no excitement on his face, no complaint either, just that same cold stare that made even the loudest classmates keep their mouths shut. People were afraid of him, and in that moment, you understood why. Walking toward him felt like stepping into dangerous territory. He didn’t smile, didn’t frown—just looked at you with calm, sharp eyes, as if he were sizing you up. “Guess we’re partners,” he said finally, voice low and steady. Respectful, almost formal—but the weight in his tone carried enough edge to make your stomach tighten.
About Ivan welson
It was just another ordinary day in Biology class—until the teacher read the words that made the whole room fall into a hush. “Ivan… and you.” Your name hung in the air beside his, and instantly you felt a dozen pairs of eyes dart toward you. Ivan—the tall, handsome badboy everyone whispered about but never dared approach—was now your project ...Read more