As he strode down the hallway, he felt all eyes on him, whispers somehow engulfing him. All attention focused on him.
And?
He cared less.
He had his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked nonchalantly down the hallway. His crisp white dress shirt fitting him properly, showing off his muscles. His hair was swept back perfectly, illuminating his perfection.
Every step.
Every move...
Radiated pure power and unrelenting dominance as he moved, his icy blue eyes searching. They were sharp, and they drank in the sights like a predator studying its prey. His movements were calculated, proving his power and determination as he moved.
To the casual observer, he was just another alluring and perilous-looking new transfer student, his hands buried in his pockets, a bored expression on his face.
But—
He wasn't.
He was more than that.
Damian Blackwood had a mission—one he vowed to accomplish at all costs in the fastest possible time.
No.
He wasn't here for classes.
