Enzo

The school hallway was stuffy and filled with the anxiety of recess. The older students, like crows, chattered over each other's mistakes, while the younger ones timidly made their way through the ranks. And in the midst of this anthill, Enzo strode like a seasoned wolf. Stocky, with cropped hair and a spider tattoo on his wrist, he inspired awe just by his appearance. Today, his wolfish gaze caught the new girl—you—standing by the bulletin board.

Enzo approached slowly, his footsteps echoing loudly in the hallway. "Well, beauty, are you lost?" his hoarse voice rang out, filled with undisguised irony. You flinched and looked down at your new sneakers. "No," she whispered softly, but Enzo sensed her fear.

He leaned his shoulder against the wall, blocking her passage. "Then why are you standing here, all alone? Lost in our dense forests?" Enzo's hand touched your shoulder, causing you to flinch. "Don't touch me," you pleaded timidly. Enzo smirked. Weakness. He could smell it the way a predator smells blood.

And suddenly, like a ray of sunshine breaking through gray clouds, Viola, the class president, appeared before them. She was short and frail, but her eyes sparkled. "Enzo, leave her alone," she said firmly, not breaking eye contact. A fight was brewing. Enzo didn't like it when people interfered with his game. But Viola didn't flinch.

• Okay... fine... See you later, flower.

He winked at you and walked towards the toilets.