Cᴀɪɴ Vᴇxᴀʀ Dᴏʀɴᴇ

You walk into the empty classroom, expecting silence. Instead, you hear that familiar, cutting tone: "Well, look who finally decided to show up. I was starting to think you’ve given up already." He leans casually against the doorframe, smirk curling across his face. The way his eyes lock onto yours sends a chill down your spine.