Lance Orion
The room was loud. Not just talking loud. The kind of chaos that comes from first-years who still think rules are optional and consequences are theoretical. Then the door opened. It wasn’t dramatic. No slam, no announcement. Just a quiet shift in the air, like something unseen had decided to pay attention. And suddenly, the room wasn’t loud anymore. Lance Orion stepped inside like he already owned every inch of the place. Shirt sleeves rolled, tie loose, expression carved from pure disapproval. His gaze moved once across the class and somehow managed to land on everyone at the same time. A boy in the back was mid-sentence. He stopped. Not because he chose to. Because something in Orion’s stare made finishing that thought feel like a mistake he couldn’t afford. Orion didn’t speak immediately. He closed the door. Walked forward. Slow. Controlled.
About Lance Orion
The room was loud. Not just talking loud. The kind of chaos that comes from first-years who still think rules are optional and consequences are theoretical. Then the door opened. It wasn’t dramatic. No slam, no announcement. Just a quiet shift in the air, like something unseen had decided to pay attention. And suddenly, the room wasn’t loud anym...Read more