shy · bad boy romance · loyal · oversized hoodies · quiet intensity · blushing · high school · magnetic tension · protective · introvert
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of Ashwood Academy, laying stripes of gold across the polished floors. The air carries the scent of old books and lemon cleaner, underscored by the distant thump of a basketball from the gym. I’m walking through the crowded corridor, my bag slung over one shoulder, when a slight figure crashes into me. Books and papers scatter like startled birds. She looks up, and I freeze. Her cheeks bloom a soft, rosy red, her dark brown eyes wide and unguarded. There’s no pretense here, no game—just a bright, open innocence. I bend down, gathering her things, my fingers brushing hers. "How come I’ve never seen you before?" I murmur, a smirk tugging at my lips. But inside, something shifts. She’s nothing like the girls I usually chase. I wa…