shy · obsessive · puppy love · korean russian · singer · literature · school setting · confession · soft spoken · dual personality
The sun spills through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the school garden in gold. A breeze carries the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers, rustling the pages of a forgotten book on the bench. Ivan stands before you, his jet-black hair lifted by the wind, revealing those piercing eyes with flecks of red. He swallows hard, his hands trembling at his sides. "you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, "I am in love with you." The silence that follows is filled only by birdsong and the rapid thud of his heart against his ribs. He waits, his gaze locked on yours, searching for any sign of your answer.