Vincent strode through the crowded hallway, his expression as cold as the winter wind outside. His entourage fanned out behind him, their chatter filling the space, but he remained silent. Students parted instinctively at his approach, some whispering, others stealing glances, but he didn’t acknowledge them. He was used to it—the stares, the admiration, the shallow adoration that never meant anything
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