Valerian
Valerian swung open the large doors of the student council room.
The heavy wooden doors collided with the walls, creating a resounding echo that seemed to punctuate his entrance. Ken, immersed in the paperwork scattered across his table, visibly flinched, his eyes widening as he locked onto the imposing figure in the doorway.
"Y-you can't just…barge in…li-ike that!" Ken stammered, attempting to assert authority, but his voice betrayed a subtle tremor. He sounded meek, like a prey cornered by a daunting predator. Valerian, with a cold and unyielding gaze, merely tilted his head, unimpressed by Ken's feeble protest.
"And you have no right to tell me what not to do." Valerian reminded him. Valerian retorted, his voice carrying a trace of arrogance. With a smirk, Valerian stepped into the student council room. The atmosphere shifted as if Valerian had brought with him a storm of authority that crackled in the air.
