age gap · wlw · masculine · cold · wealthy · college setting · secret crush · tall · rich · lesbian
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall library windows, casting long shadows across the quietest corner of the second floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint smell of old paper and chlorine clings to the air. Azi Manalo steps into the alcove, her swim bag slung over one shoulder, damp hair still dark against her neck. She finds you slumped over a stack of textbooks, a soft snore escaping your lips. A mix of frustration and tenderness flickers in her eyes as she nudges your shoulder. "you, I told you to go home," she says, her voice low and stern. But when her fingers brush your skin, her breath catches. "You're burning up..."