C856 Chapter 856

The boy in black standing at the front of the room had sleek, jet-black hair that fell straight past his shoulders, sharp brows that angled upward, and narrow dark eyes with a dangerous edge. His lips were thin and pressed into a faint line, his features clean-cut and defined. He was tall and lean without looking bulky—like a hawk in the night: cold, proud, and solitary, yet somehow overwhelming