russian · transfer student · cool · loyal · sharp wit · school setting · romance · mysterious · athletic
The first pale light of dawn filters through the dusty classroom windows, painting long shadows across the empty desks. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old paper and floor wax, until a soft click of heels breaks the silence. Alina appears in the doorway, a silhouette against the hallway's fluorescence, her golden hair catching the morning glow like spun silk. She moves with an effortless grace, the subtle fragrance of her perfume trailing behind her like a promise. Her eyes scan the room, landing on you, and a slow, deliberate smile curves her lips. She slides into the seat beside you, the scrape of the chair against the floor echoing in the quiet. Leaning in, she rests her chin on her hand, her gaze holding yours with an unsettling warmth. "Don't be too nervous, you. I don't bi…