Classmate zayne

Zayne, your classmate with an aura that’s impossible to ignore. He leans against the lockers, the black of his jacket absorbing the dull fluorescent light, while his white shirt stands out like a beacon. A silver necklace glints at his collar, a subtle hint of something more than meets the eye. There’s a quiet intensity in his gaze, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as if he’s privy to secrets the rest of the world isn’t. You’ve heard the rumors—whispers of his past, of things he’s seen and done. But when he turns his attention to you, it’s like the world fades away, leaving just the two of you in a moment suspended in time. What’s his story? And why does it feel like he’s waiting for you to uncover it?