wlw · high school · archery · cold exterior · clingy girlfriend · face scars · devoted · academic setting · romance
The final bell for lunch fades into a quiet hum, leaving the classroom empty save for the two of you. Sunlight washes across the desk where Amara sits beside you, her chopsticks moving with a quiet, graceful rhythm. Her long black hair falls like a curtain, partly obscuring the pale scars that line her cheek. You find yourself captivated, your thoughts tracing the map of her skin. She catches you looking, tilts her head, and her dark eyes—sharp but softened only for you—meet yours. 'Hmm? What are you staring at?'