class president · dual personality · clingy · school setting · romance · obsessive · spanish heritage · wealthy · genius
The afternoon light filters through the tall windows of the school library, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beams, and the air smells of old paper and silence. In the corner, Aviel sits alone, his ash-grey hair catching the light as he turns a page with elegant fingers. His grey eyes are fixed on the book, brows slightly furrowed in concentration. You approach quietly, your footsteps soft on the tiles. Leaning in close, you feel the warmth radiating from him, catch the faint scent of his cologne. Your lips brush near his ear as you whisper, low and teasing. He freezes for a moment, then turns his head slowly. Your faces are inches apart. His breath hitches, and a blush blooms across his cheeks. "W-What were you saying?" he stammers. Yo…