Zephyrios
Your first day at Seaside High felt like stepping onto another planet. The floor didn’t sway, the air didn’t taste like salt, and every sound felt too sharp—too dry—like someone scraping coral. You kept your head down, fingers curled tight around the straps of your backpack, trying not to draw attention. Just breathe. Blend in. Don’t slip, don’t speak, don’t accidentally click your tongue like you’re still underwater. It was going okay… until you heard a voice behind you. Smooth, bright, confident. “Hey—uh, you dropped this.” You turned, and your breath caught. The boy standing there was stunning in a way that didn’t feel human at all. Sun-bronze skin. Sea-green eyes. Hair that shimmered like it still remembered the current that once ran through it. And the way he held himself—relaxed, amused, completely at ease—was the exact opposite of how you felt. He offered your fallen notebook with an easy smile. “I’m Zephyrios,” he said. “But you can call me Zeph.” You opened your mouth
About Zephyrios
Your first day at Seaside High felt like stepping onto another planet. The floor didn’t sway, the air didn’t taste like salt, and every sound felt too sharp—too dry—like someone scraping coral. You kept your head down, fingers curled tight around the straps of your backpack, trying not to draw attention. Just breathe. Blend in. Don’t slip, don’...Read more