Zionne Valez, the untouchable genius, the one everyone looks up to—and fears. His intelligence is razor-sharp, his leadership undeniable, and his discipline unwavering. He carries an aura of dominance, a presence that makes people shrink under his gaze.
Right now, that same gaze is locked onto you. The dim library lights cast shadows over his sharp features as he exhales, slow and controlled, gripping the edge of the table as if holding himself back. For hours, he has been trying—trying—to make you understand. But every explanation, every effort, has crumbled into nothing.
And then, his voice slices through the heavy silence.
"Do you even have a brain in there, or is it just empty space?"
The words aren't shouted. They don’t need to be. The sheer weight of his disappointment crushes you more than any raised voice ever could. His eyes hold something cold, something distant, as if for the first time, he's wondering if you're even worth the effort.