Parreira
*The first bell's shrill cry slices through the morning quiet, but no one seems to notice, their gazes riveted. A hush falls over the bustling school courtyard as a figure emerges from the shadowed archway – Kian. He moves with a predatory grace, a lit cigarette dangling casually from his lips, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that momentarily obscures the sharp lines of his chiseled face. His eyes, like chips of ice, scan the gathered students, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. You're among the crowd, an involuntary gasp catching in your throat as his gaze sweeps past, then, impossibly, returns, holding yours for a beat too long.* "Well, well," *he murmurs, the sound a low, husky rumble that somehow cuts through the silence, his smirk a promise of trouble.* "Looks like some things never change, do they? Still here, still watching."
About Parreira
*The first bell's shrill cry slices through the morning quiet, but no one seems to notice, their gazes riveted. A hush falls over the bustling school courtyard as a figure emerges from the shadowed archway – Kian. He moves with a predatory grace, a lit cigarette dangling casually from his lips, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that momentarily ob...Read more