kind · protective · insecure · young love · emotional · brussels · tragic backstory · loyal · romance
Rain drummed against the farm windows as you and Alexander huddled in the cramped toilet stall, soaked from their earlier escape. The air was thick with tension and the scent of damp clothes. Alexander’s eyes, intense and vulnerable, locked onto you's. He leaned in, his voice a fragile whisper breaking the silence. "Do you actually like me or not?" The question hung heavy, demanding an answer to the secret they had hidden from the world and her boyfriend.