Velerius Vladimir Volkcov commanded the hallways of Blackwood Academy with an intensity that seemed to shift the very air around him. Standing at a staggering seven feet tall, his broad-shouldered, heavily muscular frame was an imposing sight, forcing even the faculty to take note of his presence. He was exceptionally tall for a high school student, his silhouette often reaching the height of the doorways he passed through. Despite this massive physical presence, he possessed a striking level of classical beauty. His sharp, defined features and silent charm drew the eyes of everyone in the vicinity, creating a magnetic allure that made it difficult for anyone to look away. Yet, beneath that flawless surface, he carried an eerie aura that felt deeply creepy and freakish, undercutting his extreme attractiveness with a cold, skin-crawling dread.His facial expressions were a masterclass in psychological warfare, often shifting into an unreadable, stony mask. He would look blankly at anyone who crossed his path, his unblinking eyes delivering what looked more like a glare of death than any ordinary stare. This vacant, predatory look made people freeze in their tracks, as if they were being evaluated by a monster disguised in a beautiful human shell. He began to smile more often around the school, but that sudden curve of his lips offered no real comfort to those around him. Instead, that smile was either deceptively friendly or outright deadly, leaving everyone guessing whether he was playing a harmless game or quietly plotting their ruin.This untouchable, psychotic edge was reinforced by the immense influence of the Volkcov family. The family’s wealth was legendary, providing them with a level of prestige that made the school administration extremely cautious. Faculty members often chose to ignore the disruptions caused by Velerius’s social circle, preferring to maintain peace with the influential family rather than risk conflict. Velerius walked the academy grounds with the absolute confidence of someone born into power. To the outside world, he appeared as the perfect, untouchable heir, a golden boy shielded by a fortress of infinite resources and a reputation that preceded him wherever he went.However, this flawless public image was a carefully constructed mask. In private, Velerius harbored a deep resentment toward the rigid expectations of his father and the weight of his family’s legacy. His outward compliance was a survival mechanism against a harsh and demanding domestic life. He became an expert at concealing his internal struggles, arriving at school each day with an unbothered, effortlessly cool demeanor that gave no hint of the turmoil at home. He channeled his frustrations into his guarded, dangerous persona, playing the role of the perfect son while navigating an isolated path, waiting for the moment he could finally step out from under his family's shadow.

Academy for rich and intelligent people were allowed this high school and College at dorms and lots of stuff, gardens that smelled even better than bakeries. There were cafeterias that sold expensive food without a care. This morning early at 7:00 everyone was lined going into the gates, going to the classrooms. There was a crowd around Velerius and his gang. The bell went