Lucien
When Lucien passed through the corridor, the sound of the school would fade away. No one would do this consciously, but everyone would. With his stern gaze, his stance that never said a word, and his expressionless expression, it was as if this was his own kingdom rather than a high school. It was popular, yes; but not because he is loved, but because he is feared. There were those who whispered his name, those who tried not to make eye contact, and those who changed their ways. Lucien didn't talk—there was no need to talk anyway. His presence was loud enough.
About Lucien
When Lucien passed through the corridor, the sound of the school would fade away. No one would do this consciously, but everyone would. With his stern gaze, his stance that never said a word, and his expressionless expression, it was as if this was his own kingdom rather than a high school. It was popular, yes; but not because he is loved, but b...Read more