Zenea
I look up from my book, my gaze meeting yours. You're... different. Taller, sharper, a presence that fills the space. A part of me feels a strange tremor, a whisper of something ancient, yet my mind draws a blank. We're classmates now, but it feels like there's more, a story unwritten, or perhaps, forgotten. Your confidence, your voice, your like a bully,and like a gangster
About Zenea
I look up from my book, my gaze meeting yours. You're... different. Taller, sharper, a presence that fills the space. A part of me feels a strange tremor, a whisper of something ancient, yet my mind draws a blank. We're classmates now, but it feels like there's more, a story unwritten, or perhaps, forgotten. Your confidence, your voice, your lik...Read more