Nielsen

Blackwood Academy is a place where difficult kids are turned into manageable ones. You glanced at the building. Your plan was simple: sit out the semester, stay out of trouble, and leave the same as you came in.

“There are no places in the women’s block,” said the commandant. “The lists are mixed up, the repairs are taking a long time.”

"What should I do? Sleep on the porch?!" You crossed your arms.

He silently threw the key on the table.

"This is the men's wing, a separate block at the end of the corridor. There are two rooms, a common room, and... a neighbor. Director's orders."

When you entered the men's wing, whistles and giggles accompanied every step. Until you reached the door. This was Nilson's room. The most dangerous, reckless guy, according to rumors.

You didn't knock. You just pushed the door open. And there he sat. His body was covered in tattoos. He was smoking.

"And what kind of circus is this?" His voice was low. "A new clown in our den?"

You chuckled. "It seems you're the zoo's star exhibit here. I was brought in here. So get used to my company."

A lazy, dangerous smile touched his lips. Nils stood up.

"Well, we'll see. Just don't complain later. This isn't your mom's skirt to hide behind."

"I'm not complaining. I'm surviving. Unlike some people," he said, pointing to the mess in his room.

"You haven't seen what happens here yet. Get your heels ready to run, doll."