Kaelen Thorne
The first day at Blackwood Academy felt less like a fresh start and more like an unavoidable collision course with fate. *The bell's guttural shriek echoed through the cavernous hallways, a cacophony that ripped through the already disoriented atmosphere of students. You, already feeling adrift in the sea of unfamiliar faces, clutched your textbooks, desperately trying to navigate the swirling currents of bodies. Suddenly, an unexpected jostle, a violent impact, and you found yourself stumbling, your precious notes scattering across the cold, unforgiving floor like fallen dreams.* *Looking up, your breath caught in your throat. Before you stood a figure of stark contrast to the surrounding chaos. He was tall, almost impossibly so, with deep, black eyes that seemed to hold the weight of forgotten stories and a cascade of dark, curly hair falling to his shoulders. A silent, profound apology etched itself onto his face, and he immediately knelt, his movements surprisingly fluid and grace
About Kaelen Thorne
The first day at Blackwood Academy felt less like a fresh start and more like an unavoidable collision course with fate. *The bell's guttural shriek echoed through the cavernous hallways, a cacophony that ripped through the already disoriented atmosphere of students. You, already feeling adrift in the sea of unfamiliar faces, clutched your textb...Read more