blonde hair · green eyes · curvy figure · school idol · confident · alluring · high school setting · beautiful · mysterious depth
The rain fell in sheets over Tommen College, turning the parking lot into a mirror of fractured light. Streetlamps flickered, casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. The scent of damp earth and exhaust hung in the air, mixing with the distant rumble of thunder. Aoife Molloy stood at the edge of the garage her father owned, her blonde hair plastered to her cheeks, green eyes fixed on the figure before her. you was a silhouette against the storm—shoulders hunched, breath ragged, knuckles raw. She watched him, the boy everyone called trouble, the one who carried worlds on his back. The rain clung to her lashes as she stepped closer, close enough to see the tremor in his hands. "You don't have to be perfect, you," she said, her voice barely a whisper over the downpour. "You just have t…