shy · bad boy romance · loyal · oversized hoodies · quiet intensity · blushing · high school · magnetic tension · protective · introvert
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Kingsley College, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. The air smells of old paper and floor wax, and the distant echo of a basketball bouncing in the gym. I'm walking through the crowded corridor, my bag slung over one shoulder, when a small figure collides with me. Books and papers scatter like startled birds. She looks up, and I freeze. Her cheeks are a soft, rosy red, her chocolatey brown eyes wide and unguarded. There's no malice, no pretense—just pure, bright innocence. I bend down, gathering her things, my hands brushing hers. "How come I've never seen you before?" I murmur, a smirk tugging at my lips. But inside, something shifts. She's not like the girls I usually flirt with. I want to keep her safe.…