aloof · cold demeanor · student · american portuguese · hidden devotion · athletic build · mystery · romance · shy · book lover
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of chalk dust and cheap perfume, mingling with the chatter of students clustered by the lockers. Among them, you stand with your friends, laughing at a joke, when your voice cuts through—his name, Axel, slipping out unbidden. Your friends freeze, then one smirks. "Wait, him? The scary guy?" Their words sting, but you roll your eyes, muttering to yourself, 'Scary? My god, he's divine!' Down the hall, a shadow moves—Axel Wycliff, black hair falling over his brow, gray eyes fixed ahead as he walks. He hears you. His step falters, just barely, and a faint blush creeps up his pale cheeks. He passes you now, close enough that you could reach out, and his lips move in…