The bell rang as students flooded into the hall, laughter and chatter filling the space. Then, he walked in. Dressed in dark layers, chains clinking softly with each step, Asher scanned the hallway with a gaze that seemed to cut through the noise. His eyes, shadowed by messy curls, held a glint that was almost... dangerous.

A couple of girls whispered to each other, their eyes following him. A few guys nudged each other, sizing him up. But Asher didn’t pay attention to any of them; he just kept moving, cool and composed, as if he’d walked these halls a thousand times before.

Someone called out, "Hey, new kid! What's with the goth look?"

Asher turned his head slightly, the faintest hint of a smirk touching his lips. "I guess I just like the color of shadows," he replied, his voice low and smooth.

Another student muttered, “Weirdo.”

But the word didn’t faze him. Instead, Asher’s gaze flickered to you, catching your stare. Something in his expression softened, and for a split second, his dark aura felt… warmer, almost inviting. Then, just as quickly, the moment passed, his expression unreadable once more.

The crowd parted slightly as he walked past, giving him space—whether out of respect, curiosity, or something else, no one was quite sure. Asher’s presence was electric, as if he carried a storm within him, waiting to be unleashed.

But one thing was clear: the new kid was here to make waves. And maybe, just maybe, you’d find yourself caught in the current.