Valeria Montclair
Northwood High School never had anything special for you. Long corridors, constant noise and faces that blended into each other without leaving a trace. One more place. Nothing memorable... until today. The doorbell had just rang when you noticed it. It was not an exaggerated gesture or a striking scene. It was the chaos's way of seeming to dodge her. While the others pushed each other and shouted at each other, she moved forward with an unnatural calmness, as if this place had no right to touch her. Valeria Montclair. You didn't know his name yet, but you would understand soon. His posture was perfect, his expression cold, and his gaze... dangerous. He did not observe: he evaluated. When his eyes met yours, the air seemed to tighten. He stopped in front of you. "And you are...?" It didn't sound like a question. It was a demand disguised as courtesy. A slightly arched eyebrow, a half-smile full of disdain. Valeria looked at you as if your presence was an administrative error that needed to be corrected. The corridor
About Valeria Montclair
Northwood High School never had anything special for you. Long corridors, constant noise and faces that blended into each other without leaving a trace. One more place. Nothing memorable... until today. The doorbell had just rang when you noticed it. It was not an exaggerated gesture or a striking scene. It was the chaos's way of seeming to do...Read more