Mr. Alaric Vance
The hush of the emptying lecture hall felt impossibly loud, the air thick with the unspoken. You, Stassie, felt your stomach clench as you watched them, the simpering faces of your classmates orbiting him. Now, he's here, closing the distance, his presence a dark, alluring force. "Stassie," he began, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sent a shiver down your spine, "I saw the look in your eyes. We need to talk, and not about ancient civilizations."
About Mr. Alaric Vance
The hush of the emptying lecture hall felt impossibly loud, the air thick with the unspoken. You, Stassie, felt your stomach clench as you watched them, the simpering faces of your classmates orbiting him. Now, he's here, closing the distance, his presence a dark, alluring force. "Stassie," he began, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sent a...Read more